He was trying his best to stay composed, but as soon as the door slid shut, and you both were alone in the room, his head was buried in trembling palms, knees tucked up to his chest. A few sniffles escaped, before a few sobs fell alongside them.

He was crying.

“ He’s dead—“ it was a broken sob of a sound, his breaths coming out in pitiful rasps. “ I can’t believe he’s dead.”