"I'm pushed down.

Pushed around.

Beaten.

Bruised.

What have I to lose?

You are gone.

Was it something I did wrong?

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

You know I love you!

You know I do!

Take me.

Take me as I am.

Take me while you can.

I am dying inside."

Netalia wrote these words in her diary. That is how she felt. The only one she loved did not love her back. Ivan. Ivan Braginski. Netalia Braginski? No. It would never be. It seemed he hated her. But, maybe, she could try something different? A different approach of capturing his heart?

Avoid him?

Act uninterested?

Not care?

She could try...