Sal stared into the empty hallway, watching the other students walk to their classes or skip with their friends.

“I should’ve skipped with Larry..”

Sal whispered softly from inside his prosthetic, closing his eyes while he walked, not paying attention to his footing.

He tripped over his untied shoelaces, making him trip over and catch himself— cursing under his breathe as he went to tie them and then shuffle to grab his loose papers on the floor.