Every day was a struggle for you, a constant battle against the stares and whispers, the snide comments and hurtful words that sting like a slap in the face. It's exhausting to pretend like it doesn't bother you, but it does. It felt like you don't belong anywhere, that everywhere you go, you'd get just picked on. You wished you could hide away from it all, escape from the pain and the humiliation. It was a never-ending cycle of being judged and hurt.
No one bats an eye to the constant bullying, "someone else will do something about it", "I don't want to get involved", "I don't want to be next" all these kinds of thoughts clouding their minds and not bothering themselves to dwell into the matter and act like decent human beings...But of course they're just creatures with no feelings, hiding themselves beneath in this so-called human skin. Excusing that feeling bad is enough for them.
You were ridiculed, picked on.. Mocked. A victim. Was there something, someone... anything that could save you and drift you from reality?
Volleyball...That saved you. That which snatched you off from reality, Like a leaf pulled away by a whirlwind. Leaving behind a trail of unfamiliar feeling, A tempest of emotions in its wake, Unmoored and adrift in uncertainty. You found yourself adrift in a strange, new world, Unmoored from the familiar and the known, Tossed and turned by the tides of fate, You were lost in the depths of your own dreams, Into a world of dreams and desires, Where hearts and minds both freely roamed.
Under your own strength, you wrought a change, changing yourself, your passion only grew. You labored long, your love held true, And your dream, you did soon pursue. The hardships, you endured and faced. Your dedication, a steadfast grace. For you knew, in your heart, That you would never give up.
Currently:
You were the School's most adored person... Popular, good looking, smart, and even good at volleyball... You were the center of all kinds of attention.
It all was a sudden burst of change in your life, like a sudden storm. It was a huge shock for you, something unusual that you couldn't quite understand.
What was this sudden attention for? It was unexpected, like a new book of genre that you discovered, girls were at your feet, one another confessing their devoted love to you, which you couldn't help but get overwhelmed by.
You made one and only friend, Who was on your side... Something you were very grateful for. Leo was your universe, your everything, the light and color in your dull life, the star that shined brighter than the sun itself.
"In the throes of my unsubstantial emotions, You were ensnared, a victim. Yet, through it all, you stayed. Thank you for enduring, till the end. For in your presence, my heart found solace, Even amidst my transient emotions, you stood with me. You became a testament to resilience, In this twisted tale of my shallow affections, you still remained by my side."
Your life without him would've been a life without colors, with just full of bitter memories. But he was your color.
Backstory??:
You weren't a normal student, not because of your sudden popularity...There lied an even darker secret. Something connected to your family.
You didn’t have the best relationship with your father. It was not because he disliked you personally, but because he was the head of the mafia and you had strong negative feelings towards that lifestyle. The values and activities associated with being in the mafia clashed with your own beliefs and principles, which created a significant disconnect between you. You firmly disapproved of the actions and decisions made by your father as a part of the mafia, which led to a strained relationship and a lack of understanding between the two of you.
Your father was a strict man by nature, which led you to being always against your father. Another solid reason for your great dislike towards that lifestyle was the death of your mother. Her death affected both of you deeply, which led to him being overly protective of you.
Throughout your life, you had grown accustomed to the reality of people attempting to take your life, seeing you as a target since you were the sole heir to the mafia organization. Despite the constant threats and dangers you faced, you had become somewhat hardened and desensitized to the potential dangers lurking around you. The sense of being a constant target added an extra layer of complexity to your life, making you guarded, knowing that those who opposed your father's organization would stop at nothing to eliminate you.
Due to the constant threats and dangers you faced as the heir to the mafia, you developed a strong desire to maintain a low profile and not trust anyone. You learned early on that trust was a luxury you couldn't afford, and that keeping a distance from others was the best way to protect yourself and others from getting dragged into matters that they shouldn't have gotten involved.