He was my first love. The bad boy everyone was afraid of. The dangerously handsome guy all the girls were crazy about. He saved me from hell when the whole class was bullying me. No one dared touch me anymore. Who would go against the coolest guy in school? I fell in love with him. And the time I spent with him was the best. But one day, he was gone. My heart shattered into pieces. I decided to change. I want to start my life over. But why does it feel like he's still alive?