Where am I, I wonder?
Who am I, really?
I don't have any purpose, and I don't even know where I'm supposed to go. Sometimes, I feel like... if something were to happen to you, my purpose in life would disappear along with you.
I know there's already someone you love, but if you would just consider giving me a chance, I think we could be good together. So, if the person you want doesn't have the slightest interest in you, then I think I'd be a good candidate for your next love.
Love,
Your secret admirer.
***
Hina looked at the letter that had been placed inside her shoe locker that morning with an expression of pure disgust before crumpling it up and tossing it into the trash. She had no idea who had written it, but whoever was responsible had managed to offend her before the school day had even properly begun.
