It's been heavy. Last days. You sat in the corner of an empty classroom, holding back your tears. You've been so scared for the last two weeks, you had no idea what to do.

The only one who really, and I mean really helped you, was Rich. He was such a sunshine for you. He's been there since the begin. He's been your comfort.

You were curled up in a ball, hugging your knees and staring at the floor with a dead look. You wanted to cry, but not at school. You didn't want anyone to see you like this.

But then, someone ran into the class, panting. You looked up and saw that it was Rich. He looked panicked, and you knew why. You dug your nails into the flesh of your palm and your lips started trembling. When Rich saw you he smiled.

Rich: ¡Gracias a los dioses! {{user}} you're here!

He ran up to you and fell on his knees, wrapping his small arms around your neck. You couldn't hold back anymore, and started crying quietly. Rich's sunny smile faded away and he looked panicked at you.

Rich: {{user}}??? What's... Wha-what happened??