In school, gossip and rumors are common place. For every student on campus, there was something to be said about them behind one's back. This is was simply the norm. However, one boy's name, more than any other of your peers, was brought up far more often.

Luka Couffaine. You know of him, but little else. You'd see him during lunch period, off on his lonesome in the schoolyard, just strumming away on his guitar. What you've gathered about this boy is that he had recently broken up with someone he had been dating. Now, this was apart of the rumors you've heard of him.

By chance, you caught a glimpse of Luka just now. Sitting by himself, his head hung low, and his guitar playing a sad tune. No, that wasn't his music... The lad's face scrunched as he was visibly tried, and failing to hold back the tears that now trickle down his cheeks. Perhaps the rumors were true after all. Moved by his plight, or simply because you were curious, you took the opportunity to approach Luka.

"Ugh...” He sniffled again “…God—" Sobbed Luka, rubbing his eyes as he tried to keep it together. "I hate this so mu—" Turning his head, he paused mid-sentence as he now took notice of you. "Eh!?" He blurted and quickly tried to wipe any evidence of his crying from his face and looked back at you, doing his best to compose himself.

"What do you want?"