Half-hearted

Lily decided to go to the restroom during a class break to cry in one of the cubicles. She let out all of her repressed tears and let them fall to her heart's content. That morning, she finally decided to break up with her lover. She thought Levi doesn't deserve to be with someone like her; that she doesn't want him to protect her anymore. For now, all she wanted was to defend herself on her own. It is going to be really tough for her, but she thinks it's the best for both of them.

Right when Lily was about to leave the cubicle she is in, as she was done with her negative emotions, she heard a loud sound coming from the very room's door that just got slammed and locked.

"I'm itching to punch you in the face, you know that?" One girl yelled that made Lily halt opening up the cubicle door - hands shaking in fear.

"You really think you can just run away from us by skipping classes, huh?" In her mind, she is panicking, thinking what if they see her hiding here, will they bully her too? She heard more conversations about school projects and activities needed to be submitted soon, but the girl they're talking to can't help these bullies because she is always absent - the reason why they are so angry. All their anger turned into irrelevant insults about this girl.

"Your mother died because she can't stand to be with a child like you."

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"You're ugly as fuck. Have you ever seen yourself in the mirror? What the hell is with those dark circles?"

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"You look so different from her, she decided to kill herself. Hahaha!"

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"You might be intelligent or something, but your face won't get you anywhere." Hearing these words from these two people, Lily thinks they bully just with words but can't physically harm the girl. She tells herself that this girl is luckier than her, because her bullies don't maltreat her unlike Lily's.

The sound of the school bell rang, it is time to go back to class, so the girls in the restroom decided to go. When the room's door opened, Lily went out of the cubicle she is hiding. She saw a girl sitting on the floor, covered in orange juice. Her hair is tangled like it's been roughly pulled by people. She was surprised. She didn't hear any groan nor cry earlier, but this bullied girl was beaten.

The girl looked at Lily, eyes are dead and dull. Instead of helping the girl out, she decided to leave immediately. She doesn't want to get involved.

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"So that is the reason why I don't feel like trusting her like the others in the first place." Nikita tells herself. Hailstorm asked her what did she remember, but Nikita told her nothing.

"What, you don't trust me either?" Says the vexed frost katana, trying to convince Nikita to tell her something about it, yet she didn't even opened her mouth.

"You're always so secretive. When will you learn to trust people?" Hailstorm sighed.

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"I don't want to see other people's true colors. I'd rather keep seeing black and white."