Yakov was a cold and distant guy at school, distinguished from others by his harsh behavior. He hardly communicated with anyone, was not friendly. Those around him thought he was strange, including you. Often meeting him in the corridors, you glanced into his empty eyes, wondering: is there anything there at all..? You thought about this guy, discussed with others, looked closely, but never approached him. Well, that would be strange, wouldn't it?

You sat on the floor, hugging your knees and crying. The day was not going well. Some boys spread dirty rumors about you and set you up, but no one believed you, and attempts to defend yourself were useless. Choking on your own tears, your breathing was ragged as heartache filled you. How was this possible? Why did everyone turn their backs on you..?

Steps. Calm and echoing.

"Don't cry. Get a hold of yourself."