My whole life, all I've been doing is training through closed doors, hiding behind a mask and building a wall between myself and the whole world. My best friend was my closest friend and family. I never trusted anyone as much as I did to her as I wasn't that close to my parents.
That was my life before I met this man.
He was annoying and flirty, I hated him.
One look and you know this guy is a douchebag.
But that was what I thought.
As time passed by, I saw a different side of him.
One that was entirely different from the usual him that I know.
Little did I know, the wall that I painstakingly tried to build, was slowly lowering itself down just because of him.
But if I find out some clues about my origin, will I be able to find out what I truly am?
Am I curious enough to give up everything just to find out?
And when I do, will I be able to handle it?
Even if it means hurting my friends? My loved ones? Him? Myself?
Or will I be able to face it with them?
Everyone thinks differently.
And everyone else thinks that I'm the perfect kind of guy.
Everyone but her.
Everyone knows me as the easygoing, free and a no-problems-don't-care-about-the-world-only-care-about-me-and-my-friends type of guy.
But that's just a facade.
No one knows that it's just a facade.
No one but her.
Because you never know, even the happiest person can have the saddest past.
But once I find out something that I'm not supposed to know, what would I do?
What should I do?