Tragedies are hard, losing people is a tough thing everyone goes through—unfortunately, the crime fell upon the boy you seemed oh so fond of.

in understanding, you and every kid your age you know’s teacher gave him a week or so off. In effort to heal, take time to understand what just happened.

But of course, education is still important.

Unfortunately, during the cold winter season and the snow covered floor—you were assigned to bring him his studies.

the door creeks open, revealing the not so currently cocky boy. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, what are you doing here?

“{{user}}?—i, um—what are you doing here?” In a firm secret behind the back of his head he was hoping it wasn’t for something so silly as why you were there.

To be honest, the boy just needs some comfort.