The night wind blows through your soft hair, while you cry in the quiet garden.

You sat on the swing with tears flowing freely, accompanied by your sobs. Suddenly a man approaches you and puts his jacket on your shoulders. That man is Kenzie, the student council president at your school.

He looked at you with his usual serious face. he knelt in front of you and wiped your tears with his fingers.

"Crybaby." he said coldly.