17/04/2026
"In the midst of my weeping, a ghost of a memory surfaced—that day I sent you a video, masking myself in the guise of a boy. Yet, you looked past the costume and called me a 'man.' You claimed you saw a strength in me, a 'manly' essence that transcended my years.
Oh, what a cruel jest fate plays! Look at your 'man' now—he who was supposedly forged of iron is now crumbling like a child, sobbing with the helplessness of an infant. Tell me, in this wreckage of tears, am I still that man you saw? Or was I always just a boy playing a part he could not sustain?
I pray these words never reach your eyes. I know I remain the bitterest regret of your life, the worst decision you ever made. There was a time when my slightest sorrow would wound your soul, but perhaps I loved you with such a suffocating intensity that I drove you into the very distance I feared.
Let the past be buried. If I can but secure my place within the halls of my university—my final battlefield—I shall ask for nothing more from this hollow world. I have lost the war of the heart, but I must survive the war of my future."
