If someone asked Le Manh Tuan, "What do you regret the most in the time you've lived?" then he would not hesitate to answer that person that what he regrets most is not being able to protect the girl he cherishes. Every sleep was filled with torment and regret for him. Every time he turns on the phone, the phone screen will always show the image of a girl with bright eyes and a carefree smile. It seems that Tuan wants to engrave in his mind the image of that girl, still smiling happily. He wanted to hold on to what he had lost. It's been three years since I last wrote, and time doesn't stop for anyone. Tuan sat in front of the desk, still clutching the phone that was still lit. It was already past ten o'clock at night, and normally he was already asleep. But today was different. He couldn't sleep. For the past three years, every time this day came, he couldn't sleep. Just lying down, closing his eyes, is how many memories reverberate, making his heartache, his chest hard to breathe in. This day five years ago was the day that he stood in front of the girl he cherished, saying unforgivable words.
Almost no one in the class wants to be friends with Dang Bich Quyen anymore. It's not that they don't want to be friends with her; it's just that no one wants to get into trouble. Bich Quyen suffered from school violence, and the whole class isolated her. No one would be brave enough to come to talk to her. Because by doing so, they will also be involved in this kind of situation. Man, everyone is like that. The more I stand indifferently outside, acting as if all the things that are happening are unrelated to themselves, the better they can be avoided. That, it seems, is already a reason to live.
But, at least for Bich Quyen, things are not that bad. In a class with more than forty students, there were still two who were willing to be friends with her. One is Do Huong Linh, whom she has befriended since the beginning of the school year. And the other one is her close friend of the opposite sex, Le Manh Tuan. Bich Quyen feels that this is enough. After all, she just needs to have a few people around her. That's enough for her! Bich Quyen is no longer the class president. After completing the first-semester exam, she asked Mrs. Tuyet's permission to transfer this position of class president to Hoang Minh Hong. She was tired of what this position brought and didn't want to take on any more. Originally, Mrs. Tuyet did not agree with the intention of Bich Quyen. In the eyes of Mrs. Tuyet, Quyen is an energetic class president who always tries to complete all assigned tasks well, even better than expected. She doesn't know why Quyen doesn't want to be class president anymore. However, seeing the tired face of the student, Mrs. Tuyet could only transfer the position of class president to someone else.
- You also know you're useless. Incredible! I thought you were too attached to this position of class president.
Tung Lam stood outside the door. It seemed that he was waiting for her to enter the classroom to speak contemptuously. Bich Quyen looked up at him, then lowered her eyes, slipped inside, and didn't say a word. She felt that she herself did not need to say much to this person. That said, it's just a waste of time.
- Hey! I'm talking to you!
Lam did not notice, frowning and annoyed. He grabbed her hair, pulling it back hard. Now that Quyen is no longer the class president, what does he have to be afraid of? Before she was the class president, he wasn't afraid!
Bich Quyen removed her hair from Lam's hand, turned around, and pushed him to the ground. She was always patient because she didn't want things to go too far. But it seems like the more she holds back, the more he encroaches. If that was the case, she wouldn't hold back anymore. Quyen stood in front of Tung Lam, his bright eyes wide open in a warning.
- I don't want to fight you, so don't touch me either.
The words that Bich Quyen said officially became the trigger for what she would have to endure later. It's just that she didn't know it. Tung Lam looked at the figure of the girl walking to his seat. He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "You won't be at peace with me, you bitch."
Indeed, it is true that she can't rest anymore. The things she's been through, it's just the beginning of her nightmares. Now was the time for her to say she was tortured both physically and mentally. Every day, going to school is a nightmare for Bich Quyen. Nguyen Tung Lam constantly came to quarrel with her, stole things, and then told people he was close to in the class to beat her. Bich Quyen could no longer remember clearly how many nights she didn't sleep just because she had to copy her notebook again and again. How many days had she not dared wait for the dawn to start a new day? Never had she expected the summer days to last this long, just so she wouldn't have to go to school.
But at least she still has Manh Tuan by her side, he is still friends with her. Or that's what she thought. That day, like any other day, Quyen went to class with fatigue. Yesterday's purple wound on her right forearm still ached. The wound on her back was also waiting. As long as she moved her body lightly, it would sting. so tired! She looked at the open classroom door, not wanting to enter at all. Well, she can't escape. She told herself so. Bich Quyen did not talk about these things with her family. Her parents were too busy with their own affairs, and she didn't want to disturb them anymore. Things like this, she didn't want to cause trouble for the two of them.
She just sat down on the chair, and Tung Lam and the others came again. There it was, she sighed. Every day is like every other day. If he doesn't beat her, he will also snatch things, tear her books and notebooks, and blackmail her. Sometimes she wondered, is there anything different that they can bring when they come to her? Or just things like this. Is that just the mindset of people who like to bully others?
However, she was wrong. Bich Quyen just looked up and immediately saw in her eyes the figure of a person she cherished very much. Among Lam's people, Manh Tuan was also in it. She stared blankly, unable to breathe. Why with Le Manh Tuan, her close friend, why? Pushed her down from the chair, a group of people turned around her, holding her hands so that she could not escape. But Quyen doesn't care about them. All her attention was focused on the person standing in this crowd. Just a few days ago, he still stood to protect her, so why is he looking at her with such eyes today?
- Dear Bich Quyen, your best friend has something to tell you!
Bich Quyen looked up, but in return was just coldness from the person who was once her close friend. What did she do wrong? Why is he standing with Nguyen Tung Lam?
- Quyen, I asked you, you were the one who texted the class group, saying that I was pursuing you. Even saying, "I am no different from a dog running after you".
His voice was as cold as hell. Quyen was dumbfounded. She hadn't said anything like that! She always cherished him, considering him the best friend she had. How could she say such words?
- No... Tuan, I didn't do it. You must believe me!
- Trust you? How do you say I trust you? If it weren't for Hong, who took the screenshot and sent it to me before you deleted the message, I wouldn't have known your true face. Bich Quyen, you make others nauseous. I loathe you! The more I think about it, the more I regret being friends with you!
Her ears were ringing, but only the echoing sounds could be heard anymore, and then it was terrifyingly quiet. Her whole body trembled, looking at his figure, turning his back, wanting to run after him but unable to. She didn't do it! Obviously not, she did it! Quyen has not used social networks for a long time, she does not have time for that. Message on the class group, she also did not know what happened. Bich Quyen pushed the people standing around her, trying to run after Tuan. But what if you have to run after something? Cold eyes, words of utter contempt. He said he didn't want to be friends with her anymore. He said he regretted being a close friend and trusting her all these years. He said she should go to hell.