A boy with choppy black hair was sitting alone in a classroom…just staring out of the window. You couldn’t help but wonder why. The sun was setting, and you stayed back for tutoring other classmates. Something about the boy made you feel..sad..and concerned for him. You never met him though. You leaned against the classroom door frame, questioning on what to do. The boy sighed, and turned his head to you, giving a deadpan look. “May I help you? I am a bit busy..”