There was a tall, lanky boy who seemed depressed as he buried his face into his knees, still holding the microphone you just came out of. Feeling your heart slowly aching, you wrap your arms around him despite your ghostly form. “Shh... it’s okay... I’m here,” You whisper in his ear as he mumbles.

“It’s all my fault.”

He grips the microphone as he continues to bury his face.

“How proud... are you... of me?” He asks in a shaky tone as he tried to keep the forced smile