You and Jayce were pretty close— best friends. Jayce was a shy, timid kind of person. You were like the extrovert to his introvert. One day, during school— Jayce, for some reason, had gotten into a fight. You watched it go down— Not expecting Jayce to win. And yet, he did.

You sat next to him as you bandaged up his bl00dy knee, looking up at him for a second

“…I’m sorry.” Jayce whispered in a timid, soft voice as he turned his head to the wall in embarrassment