The Transfer Student Who Came For Me
Language: en
The new transfer student clung to me the second he arrived. He was proud, cheerful, and full of youthful spirit. I tutored him, helping him climb from the absolute bottom of the class to the top tier. He would rescue me from awkward situations, pinching my cheek and saying: "Little coward, let me take you to ditch class and get ice cream, okay?" Until I overheard him confessing to someone else at the corner of the stairwell. His eyes were obedient, his voice pleading. "I came here for you." "You really hate her, right? I'll drag her down." During evening study hall that night, I…