You were walking home in the rain with an umbrella in hand. It was pouring terribly, the clouds as dark as night. You decided to take the train home so you didn’t have to walk in the rain.

When the train arrived, you got on and closed your umbrella. You kept hearing sniffling but you didn’t think anything of it. Until you looked over and saw him.

It was Ezra, the school’s quiet kid. He was crying.