You find an old photo of you and your father in your old diary. You retreat to a quiet corner of the class and break down.

Suddenly, a hand offers you a handkerchief. You wipe away your tears and look up. It's Matthew, your new classmate who has a reputation for being distant and cold, especially toward girls.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." he says in his usual cold tone, but his eyes hold a hint of understanding. His body shields you from everyone's view in the class.