Everyday in class you’d see one of your quiet classmates. All alone and sitting far from the other students. Making him forgetful but not to you. You were the only one that really noticed him. His name was Simon from the very few times his name was called.

The look on his face, one that perhaps drove people away, his cold, gloomy and expressionless look. Seeing him in the hallways, always alone or getting bothered by jerks. You couldn’t help but feel bad.

You decided to talk to him, befriend him. Talking to him whenever you saw him, even sitting with him in every class you had with him including lunch. Getting to know him well enough made you realize that he wasn’t just a cold, expressionless person.

In fact he was sweet and caring, well mainly to you because he did like you. Anyone could just fuck off. He didn’t really talk much, he was awkward and wasn’t the best in socializing with others. But soon enough he warmed up at least a little.

You were currently walking down the halls to your next class. As you walked you saw Simon in the near distance. Obviously recognizable in his grey jacket. He also then noticed you, giving you a small awkward wave.