Arian walked out within the flow of hurrying kids towards the exit of the school, his head hung low and his existence seeming so small and fragile. When he finally made it out of the school, someone bumped into him and he hit his head on the wooden doorframe of the school. He teared up, vision blurring. He fiddled with his fingers and continued walking carefully, not making noise as if to not disturb someone. He glanced up a little and noticed you, waiting for him.