Lavelle woke up on a sturdy hospital bed. Immediately, she groaned with pain all over her body. She felt like she had been run over by a heavy truck, her body felt numb. She gently rubbed her still-wrapped-with-thick-gauze forehead, then muttered, "Damn it! How come I ended up lying here?"

Slowly, Lavelle tried to call the on-duty nurse by reaching the call button at the top right corner of her bed. The creaking sound of the worn-out bed wheels was deafening at the moment, yet Lavalle still couldn't reach the button. She felt annoyed about her weak body. She gave up reaching for the button.

A few minutes later, a young man who was 178 centimeters tall walked into the room with a mocking smile, directed to Lavelle. "What are you doing here?" Lavelle asked sarcastically.

The man answered, "I should be the one asking, why do you like lying here so much? Aren't you tired of being in the hospital all the time?"

"Are you perhaps asking about the boredom I feel, Mark? I can't even tell if it's boredom or the burnout of my life," Lavelle replied.

Mark sat on the chair beside her bed. "You know what? After what you did yesterday, jumping into the river, your mother has fainted a few times. Please, don't be too ignorant and selfish with your own life. There are still people out there who go through harder situations than you," said Mark.

Lavelle groaned. "You could say that because you have a happy family."

Mark replied with an irritating tone, "So, what do you want to do? Insist on dying and believing that reincarnation will help?"

"Then before I answer that, may I ask what is the point of living?" Lavelle asked.

Mark Wantemalon immediately turned silent, unable to answer the question from the lady. He rubbed his neck slowly in confusion, yet kept himself calm in front of Lavelle.

"Answer me!" Lavelle demanded the answer.

"Your family, of course, " answered Mark at the end.

"Sir Wantemalon, don't joke around with me! You do know about how messy my life is," Lavelle grumbled.

"Yes, I am. But it would be better for you to start accepting your circumstances. It's for your good," said Mark.

"What is there to accept? Which part?"

"There are many people who love you. You were the one who didn't notice that."

"I have no feelings! Then how could I realize that?"

Mark groaned, listening to Lavelle's unreasonable complaint. "Lavelle Wynstella, how long will you act like this?! Please understand this for once! Your extended family has been waiting for you at home!"

"I don't care! You've got everything ready, haven't you?" asked Lavelle.

Mark told her nonchalantly, "I didn't bring anything."

"Wantemalon! I already told you to bring some gear!" Lavelle sounds exasperated.

Mark squeaked furiously, both hands resting on his waist. Lavelle bit her lower lip slowly, then walked toward the large window at the far end of the room. She opened the curtain, let the sun shines through the room.

"The sun still shines brightly even though it gets scolded for being too hot sometimes. Why do you want to give up so much?" asked Mark.

Lavelle looked up to the sky while talking, "Mark, do you know why the sun keeps shining? Because the sun is everyone's source of life. However, I am not their source of life."

"Then, where do you want running to?" asked Mark.

"Anywhere."

"I don't know where to take you."

"There is this empty cabin in the middle of the forest. Please take me there!" Lavelle pleaded.

Mark scratched his temple. "Well, the thing is you are still sick. It is also impossible to freely escape from this hospital," he said.

Lavelle Wynstella, a nineteen-year-old girl called "The Nerd" who does not get along easily with other people in her environment, was tired of her sickening life. She lives under the restraints of a stubborn 'monster', fed up with all the trials she is constantly going through. Her life is not as beautiful as the heroine's life in Korean dramas. It is inexplicable in detail how depressed she was by her disappointment with life. She tried giving up most of the time. And now it is still the same, but with a different measure.

She has to escape.

"We will be going to the forest in a minute and we will reach the cabin afterward. Just take off the mask if you feel suffocated. We still have a long way and we can only cycle," Mark muttered, occasionally checking on Lavelle's arms around his waist to make sure she was safe.

"Ah, this forest! When was the last time I was here? The trees grow longer than the last time!" shouted Lavelle when the bicycle entered the forest. She stretched one of her arms, enjoying the wind blowing over her delicate face.

Mark moved his feet fast. They still had a long way to go. They were around three hundred meters away, escaping from the hospital before anyone realized. The cabins in the middle of the forest were their destination. The cabin that she and her friend Daniela made by setting aside some of her income.

"I guess Daniela also came here yesterday. There are traces of motorcycle wheels on the ground," murmured Mark.

"Don't talk too much! Just keep going," Lavelle grumbled later.

Mark took a deep breath, then quickened his pace. Apart from a few thin branches blocking his path, Mark pushed through them so mercilessly that he occasionally heard the sound of a bicycle chain. After a long cycle, they stopped right in front of a wooden hut that seemed to have aesthetic value from a distance. They had reached Lavelle's cabin.

"What took you so long?" asked Daniela.

Lavelle, who had just gotten off Mark's bike, felt annoyed. "What do you think, huh?"

"I've prepared sandwiches inside. You two must be hungry after those long adventures coming to the forest with the bike only." Daniela changed the topic of their conversation.

Lavelle snorted. "How about we stay here until we are satisfied? I feel so bored at home!"

"That's also possible, but… why do we have to leave without telling our parents?" asked Daniela.

"You do know the reason, don't you?" Lavelle repeated.

"Of course, I know. All right, come on in. It's cold outside." Daniela brought them both in. Lavelle happily entered, then headed straight to the large sofa in the cabin's main room. Daniela was upset, yet she still tried to understand how Lavelle was.

"Milkshake or red wine?" Daniela asked while opening the fridge.

"How about a milkshake and watermelon? It would be very healthy to eat on a day like this," suggested Mark.

"I forgot you can't drink red wine," Daniela joked to Mark.

"Not that it is undrinkable. I just try to take care of my own health. I guess it is a good decision to follow," Mark said softly.

"I feel so bored, yet I don't know what bore me today," Lavelle muttered.

"You're the only one who doesn't enjoy your own life," Daniela replied.

"From what I've seen, your family is so perfect! Nothing is lacking. But why do you hate them, especially your father, so much?"

"I can't help but hate him." Lavelle received a mini glass that contained half of the red grape juice.

"I don't understand what you mean," said Mark, then continued, "What's wrong with your father?"

"I just hate him. Does hatred have to have a clear reason?" asked Lavelle, grinning.

"Of course, not everything has to be based on a clear reason," added Mark, raising his hand in front of him.

"I don't know, don't talk about this anymore. I hate him so much," Lavelle mumbled before wiping the wine stain at the corner of her lips, then sipping the glass once more.