Teen Life
Episode 01
”Stories usually begin with love…
Ours began with blood.”
That night, the rain did not only fall from the sky… it destroyed my life too.
Some people are ruined by love…
And some are ruined by the person they love.
The moment I saw him, I knew my life would never be the same.
I should have hated him…
But my heart betrayed me.
The blood on the floor was still fresh…
And the killer was standing right in front of me.
Sometimes, the people who save you are the same ones who destroy you.
In this story, the hero was broken, the villain was heartless, and the girl standing between them was never meant to survive.
This was not just a love story.
It was a war between hearts, revenge, and dangerous promises.
Behind every smile in this story was pain no one could see.
Some characters were born to protect her…
And some were born to ruin her.
In the end, nobody in this story was completely innocent.
And the silent protector…
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Zimal opened the classroom door and stepped outside. The teacher had not arrived yet.
She looked across the college ground crowded with rushing students, unfinished assignments, and endless noise. Taking a deep breath, Zimal started walking with her friends while laughing softly with them.
As they entered the classroom, Zimal accidentally bumped into someone.
She looked up and saw a handsome boy standing in front of her.
”Sorry,” Zaroon said softly before walking ahead toward his seat.
Zimal felt nervous as she sat down. Her heart started beating faster because the boy sitting beside her was the same person she had liked since her very first day at college.
From the beginning, she had loved his smile and the calm way he spoke.
Now that he was sitting so close to her, Zimal did not know how to act or what to say.
A few moments later, the teacher entered the classroom and started the lecture.
But for Zimal, focusing became impossible.
She could not pay attention to a single word because her mind was already distracted.
Among the crowded hallways and endless noise, her eyes searched for only one person… Zaroon.
After some time, the teacher called Zaroon’s name and asked him to solve a question on the board.
Before Zimal could react, the boy beside her stood up confidently. He walked toward the board and solved the question with ease.
Zimal simply watched him silently, still nervous.
After finishing, Zaroon returned to his seat beside her.
Soon, the lecture ended.
One of Zaroon’s friends came and pulled him away. Zimal felt disappointed because she never got the chance to talk to him.
As she walked outside with her friends, sadness filled her heart.
It was their final year of college.
Maybe… she would never get the courage to tell him how she truly felt.
To her, talking to him felt like an impossible dream.
College ended for the day, and everyone started leaving for home.
Later that evening, Zaroon sat alone in the library.
After gathering all her courage, Zimal slowly entered the library.
Her hands were trembling.
”Zaroon… may I take some of your time?” she asked nervously.
Zaroon looked at her calmly and nodded.
”Yes, you can.”
Zimal took a deep breath.
”Zaroon… I really wanted to tell you something.”
Suddenly, she felt pain in her chest.
Her hands started shaking.
Thousands of thoughts ran through her mind.
What if he hates me?
What if he stops talking to me?
What if he thinks badly of me?
But despite her fear, she wanted him to know how deeply she loved him.
Zaroon waited quietly for her to continue.
For a moment, Zimal’s heartbeat stopped as those three words finally escaped her lips.
”I like you.”
