Real teaching, hypocritical gray life

"Come on, come on, cry till I forgive you."

"no, do not want."

"You've been thoroughly bullied by others, but you've been able to stand out in this school. This really makes me unhappy."

"Goo!"

It's cold to the bone.

Suddenly, I felt a darkness in front of my eyes, and a heavy malice was like entangled in the icy water that soaked my whole body, and then surrounded me. Just like that, I fell into an illusion from which I could not extricate myself.

Or reality.

Malice.

Malice.

Within the icy water is the past as thick as smoke.

That's what I fear most!

"Do not......"