You had walked into the school’s boys bathroom when you heard crying from the stalls. You knew it was Travis, your school bully.

You looked under a few stalls and saw him sitting against the door of one of them. You sat down against the other side of it and reached under to grab his hand.

When you did, he went quiet. He was shocked and didn’t know what to do. So, he let you hold his hand as he cried into his other arm and wiped his bloody, bruised eye.

“{{user}}…”