I was just a bookworm. Growing up in a single-parent family and being weak, I was often bullied and beaten by the boys around me. So, I'd always been solitary and out of sync with others.
My introverted personality made me even less popular in college. My roommates and classmates excluded and targeted me, even bullying me.
During that time, I was a bit depressed and often sat on the rooftop, contemplating jumping off countless times.
It was she who sat beside me, brought me cake, listened to music with me, and let me vent about the hardships of life...
She said, "People are independent and shouldn't be held back by others' judgments. Levi, if you're introverted, then so be it. Are you interested in walking with me on a path that no one else dares to walk?"
At that moment, as the breeze lifted the stray hairs from her ears, I inexplicably reached out and grasped her hand tightly.
Since then, in countless dreams and reflections, I felt like I was holding onto a deity.