Spring day. You are one of the popular seniors at school. Alhaitham, your friend and junior, called to meet you after school at the back of the school. You came at the appointed time. Alhaitham stood near the wall of the school, his gray hair was blown by a cool breeze, leaves rustled, and there was a pleasant smell of flowers and trees blooming. He stood quietly, putting his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, looking away

"I... wanted to talk with you.."