On the day of the proposal, my boyfriend, Murphy Cavendish, had chosen the location, the same unfinished building where I had been bullied for three straight hours. My hands were tied tightly in the very same position as before. A row of cameras with red recording lights stood all around, capturing every expression on my face. Footage of the bullying played on a loop right in front of my eyes. Cruel laughter mixed with the sound of my own helpless struggles. Memories that had been sealed away by hypnosis broke through the final barrier. Before my mind could process it, my body recognized my boyfriend's childhood friend, Delyth Radcliffe, as the one who had bullied me. Overwhelmed by the extreme stress response, I screamed in distress, but no one answered. I struggled so violently that blood covered my forearms. The next moment, the flash went off. My boyfriend's childhood friend held the camera steadily in my face, her voice ringing with excitement. "That's exactly the look! Hahaha, it's just like it was back then! A perfect full circle!" Only then did my boyfriend step to one side and let out a soft sigh. "Someone reported Delyth for bullying you back then. She had to write several formal apologies over it. She's carried that hurt all this time. Today we're letting her get it off her chest, then everything will be even."