Prologue

I'd had my computer on for hours because I really needed to study... but somehow I got sidetracked by all sorts of things I could have put aside. Like sleep. Or that delicious food I shouldn't have had a second serving of. The Karaoke addiction. The internet connection. That sounded like an excuse, but I really was weak and I needed to put up a fight.

I'd tell you my real name, but let's start with something really common that sounds almost similar to my name: Y/N.

I am a sucker for fan fiction. Both in my dreams and in real life. I'm the kind of girl that stays indoors on a Friday night, scrolling through Wattpad, Qidian, Webtoon, Mangatoon, and even Fan Fiction. I'm always looking for the next captivating book to read.

Back in campus, my classmates always laughed about how I was always on my phone, even when my phone had lesser features that theirs. Somehow, I found a way to occupy my time.

While others have a career in music, dancing, being an idol, being a prolific novelist, doctor, teacher, farmer, or whatever else is out there to claim as an occupation, i'm here trying to balance everything... weight, work, study, philias and phobias, and even family.

Fan fiction and music are my safe havens.

It was in the midst of all this that I stumbled across him. The one man that changed my life from the very start. I detested it, yet it was clear that I needed a different approach to everything I had going on with me, and that was all because of him.

Heck... I don't even know if this is a love story, or just a normal tale to pass the time. It will be up to you to decide at the end of the day. Maybe you will fall in love with him, like I did... maybe you will hate him, like I did... maybe you won't feel a thing... like I did sometimes too (at the edge of all reasoning and emotions).

So here we go. Here's my story. Maybe it will help you see the beauty and the hideousness you hide inside. Maybe it will help you see the light and darkness that you fight with inside. Maybe it will make a better or worse person than you are. I know I changed.

All it took was a sentence.

"Are you going to cross the road or not?"

Was I going to do as he told me, or would I dance to the beat of my own drum? He was a stranger. That was the very first time I had seen him in my entire life. His sudden interest in whether I would be crossing the road or not definitely threw me off. Was he familiar with me? Did he know me from somewhere? How could I forget a man who looked like that?

"Hey! Ma'am!"

I stared him down. How dare he call me "ma'am" in public?! Was I that big? Had I gained that much weight? I saw a child laughing at me while he pointed. His mother tried to cover his mouth but the look on his face would not leave my mind. She apologized, but the damage had already been done.

It wasn't everyday that a stranger brought attention to me that way. It was my first time being in such a situation. Heck, maybe he was mad... right?

'How would I ever know...?'