Thank you for the R&R on the previous chapter! I am so happy to have someone else out there reading my story :)

So, this is the second chapter, enjoy! R&R if you don't mind ^^

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The hateful words were still ringing on Rin's ears.

Rin was tired. She wanted to settle and stop walking but she couldn't. She just didn't want anyone to see her tears. Her legs were screaming for a rest but her mind didn't let her to do so. Mixed feelings in her chest were so overwhelming that she thought she's ready to burst. So she kept on walking aimlessly, with her orange hoodie covered her head and dropped shadows over her eyes.

It hurts.

She wanted to make the pain stop. She dared to do anything, just to make the pain stop. Stream of tears were flowing down even when she didn't realize it. Because she was in so much pain.

Please make it stop.

Her tiny fists were gripping her necklace, their necklace, really hard, until her knuckles turned pale. The stinging pain inside her beating heart was a torture. She really wanted to just knock herself up.

In her life, that was probably one of the most painful thing ever happened. She'd never felt so humiliated and angry and sad at the same time.

Those kindness before are fake.

Suddenly trails of memories and events were playing back inside her head, she couldn't stop it, couldn't pause, couldn't think of anything else, images kept on popping here and there, because they've been there before, on the very street she was standing at the moment. Tired and dizzy, she crouched down at the corner and closed her ears. But her voice was echoing really loud in her head this time. Nothing could block the hatred that radiated from those mere words which were directed to her. The ground were shaking beneath Rin's feet, she felt like she'd pass out anytime, either in frustration or fatigue.

̶ "I'm sorry Rin,"

"I will never agree! I WILL never let you and her TOGETHER!"

Several passer by looked at her with a worried expression, but when they were asking if she's okay, she didn't answer. Seemed like she didn't even hear them.

"No, Len. I only accept her as your FRIEND and NOTHING more,"

"What are you thinking Len? You can get ANYONE but her! Just... look at her!"

The disgusted look on their eyes probably will make her feel so low and dirty for a lifetime.

"She is okay, Len. But she is not good enough for you. What could she give to us? To you? She's just a low-class girl and she will only drag you under with her. You will only suffer in your life and nothing else if you keep her!"

A flow of anger was burning in her veins now. So that's what she is on their eyes all this time. A low-class girl who will only drag them under. A poor wrench.

"She's maybe useful when you're in trouble. But isn't useful enough for your future,"

Useful. Is that the term they use to measure someone's value?

She's been trying so hard in her life until that day. Just to make sure she could be finally accepted by people. As an orphan, she has no grand wealth nor parents. She always thought she was lucky enough to have her distant-related aunt, Neru, taking care of her up until now.

"Don't come with us, Rin, you can't afford it, you can't even buy an ice cream!"

Image of a fat, black haired little boy, sticking his tongue on her came to vision. A sudden wrath was awakened in the pit of her stomach.

"Rin you'll never beat him at the test, you don't even have a book!"

Another image of a long blonde haired girl ugly smirk appeared before her eyes.

"Shut up you, bitch! You're a poor little slut, begging for money, and now I can do whatever I want with you!"

That man who came home with Neru that night was shoving her around merciless. Using her brutally just because Neru borrowed small amount of money, for them to survive that month.

"What are you doing there, kid? Watching your little auntie whither? Hahaha..."

She's not satisfied with how people treated her like a trash. Rin hated it. She wasn't a trash, poor people aren't trashes, and she promised herself she would proof them wrong at all cost. She'd strife until she could cross every wall and stand equally with them, someday. Just because she was born as a homeless girl, it didn't mean she'll be homeless forever.

But that day, her resolve was violently shattered by a very strong blow. She barely thought she was indeed worthy. Even after all the hard work she'd been done, the only thing she's been and always been,

Is a trash. She hadn't progressed, after these whole 19 years of her life. Even after working so hard at part time job as a cleaning service in an Italian restaurant, earning money for her own school fee, getting a scholarship to a good university and having excellent grades since elementary school. Even after being a sweet girl and polite, and good mannered although she's been through many hardships and bitters.

Even after loving so sincerely.

Life is so cruel, she screamed inside. So cruel that every single breathe she's taking felt like torture and maybe, just maybe, buried inside her heart, sometimes she wanted tomorrow to never come. When tomorrow never comes, she wouldn't feel any pain like this.

She didn't choose to be born this way. She didn't choose to be an orphan, she didn't choose to be poor and all-alone. But she did choose to be Rin, the girl she was now, she choose to start her own life and fight her lack of fortune. People judge her for things that she wasn't able to decide, while ignoring the decision she'd made by herself to be a good person. She's trapped forever, between the walls that were made by things she couldn't change for now

"Rin," a soft voice finally reached her ears and broke all the spell that surrounded her, brought her back together with the rest of the world. That soft voice which belongs to a certain blonde haired boy, who's currently means a world to her. A cold, bigger hand touched hers, instantly stopped her tears and train of thoughts.

"Come on," a faint smile appeared on the boy's face, but his grim expression was dominating. Rin was still confused and taken aback by the fact Len managed to find her and reach her there, unable to give any reaction. She just let her body moved in autopilot, her glassy red eyes stared in shock ̶ but also way she looked at the moment slaughtered his heart. He couldn't stop himself from blaming them, but didn't have enough anger to call it hatred.

Holding hands, the two of them walked down the path, in silence, in pain, in the state they rather called broken.