The rain fell softly over the college walls, and the sky was as gray as a heart that had forgotten hope.
In a far corner of the back courtyard, Kim stood alone — his bag tossed beside him, his gaze fixed on the ground.
Three students approached, their mocking laughter echoing through the quiet air.
They were known throughout the college for their cruelty — never leaving anyone different without turning them into a public joke.
> "There he is — the sad genius!"
One of them said with a sneer, lightly slapping Kim's shoulder.
"I heard his girlfriend left him because he had nothing… no face, no pride."
The others burst into laughter, loud and cruel, while Kim remained silent — eyes still on the ground.
But that silence wasn't weakness.
It was a wall, protecting what was left of his shattered soul.
> "Look at him — even his face looks dead!"
The second one shoved him hard against the wall. Kim fell, his hands sinking into the mud and rainwater.
"Come on, hero of love! Where's the courage those stories talk about?"
Kim could hear them, but he no longer felt anything.
Each blow passed through him like the wind — no pain, no anger, no life.
Maybe because everything inside him had already been broken long ago.
At that moment, his phone rang — the screen flashing a name he knew too well: Mary.
He stared at it for a second, then closed it without answering.
He couldn't speak — his voice betrayed him every time he remembered her.
> "Even his girl doesn't want him anymore!"
One of them laughed, grabbing the phone and tossing it aside.
"Damn you, Kim. Just being here ruins the view."
Then suddenly, a voice cut through the rain — sharp and trembling like a flash of lightning.
> "Stop!"
They all turned — and there she was.
Mary stood behind them, her face burning with anger, tears mixing with the falling rain.
She stepped forward with trembling hands but steady steps, placing herself between Kim and his tormentors.
> "Why are you doing this? Is this what you've learned in a place of knowledge?!"
Her voice trembled with fury.
"Do you mock him because he avoids trouble? Or because he has less than you?
Do you even know how much pain you've caused him?
If you were in his place… would you still laugh?"
Silence fell.
One of the bullies looked away, ashamed, while another mumbled something and walked off.
Mary knelt beside Kim, reaching out her hand gently.
> "Get up, Kim… are you okay?"
He slowly raised his head, his glassy eyes shining beneath the rain — mirrors reflecting an old, buried pain.
Mary whispered softly, her voice cracked but warm:
> "I know you've stopped trusting — not just the world, but even yourself.
But remember one thing…
No matter how much the world thinks you've ended, my heart still sees you as the beginning that never had its chance to bloom."
Her words broke through the silence inside him — like a faint light entering a dark room.
He didn't reply, but he closed his eyes for a moment…
and felt that the rain — which once hurt him —
now felt like crying with someone who truly understood.
At that moment, Kim realized something deep within him —
She wasn't just someone who loved him…
She was born to understand his soul.
She was the twin of his heart.