They formed a small group and enjoyed teasing me every day. As Vincent, who used to take care of me, found out, he just commented nonchalantly, "As a vicious person, she must be properly disciplined."
I didn't understand why Vincent, who loved me so much, inexplicably put a vicious label on me suddenly, and then refused to listen to any explanation and only wanted me to pay the price.
I asked in a hoarse voice, "Vincent, you know I eagerly want to perform on stage. I was chosen by the mentor, so why did you let me give up this opportunity?"
Vincent put out the cigarette and stared at me with venomous eyes.
"Didn't I tell you that I don't want to hear you call my name? It just makes me feel sick."
Tears poured down my cheeks.
"Vincent, what did I do wrong? Can you tell me?"
His disgust towards me lasted for a whole month.
Vincent seemed like a different person. He looked at me with icy cold eyes as if I were a disgusting object.
But in fact, I didn't know what I had done wrong.
The one I carried was the violin that I had used for more than two years. It was a birthday gift that Vincent asked someone to custom-make for me from abroad on my eighteenth birthday.