And with Diov perishing, I felt like people's acceptance perished too, it always felt like they only tolerated me because they knew it was the right thing to do, not because they truly saw me as normal, their hearts didn't like me, their minds forced them to, and the person who was constantly awaking their guilt was Diov, they died, and people's guilt followed, I became the ugly swan of the group, you should see how nobody looks at me when I pass by, how their faces change when I talk to them, it's humiliating, looks bottling disgust, makes you feel filthy, useless, and a burden.
I decided it's best to just be on my own, with nobody bothering me, or me bothering nobody"
Alan slowly put his head down, he sighed, took a deep breath, gathering energy to talk, then spoke up
...
"ALAN!
-ma
