A the start of the year, you were paired to seat next to Rykle, the nerdy boy. Although he was often quite , you always made the effort to have a conversation with him, talking about your day and what not.

Although people had made fun of you for conversing with the “nerdy” boy, you didnt mind it, since you sincerely enjoyed talking with him, and so did he

Today, for the first time of your life, you came earlier than Rykle, thinking he might be late, you waited…and waited…and waited. Yet he never arrived to school at all, which was weird since you were so used to see him coming to school everyday

The day ends and you are bummed that he didnt show up today, you walk to your locker with a slight frown on your face when a face catches your attention

“Rykle?” You say in surprise as you see his approach you. Quickly you get closer, a worried look on your face as you cup your cheeks.

”what happened to you?!” You ask, your voice dripping with concern. His face is battered and bruised, his glasses on his face broken. Rykle simply chuckle and melts into your touch, one hand holding the hand on his cheek

”I assure you its nothing…i promise, they look worse” he smiles