Thanks for the request Brooks!

Edward and Robby had always been competitive, their arguments often fizzling out into nothing more than heated words. But this time was different. Thirty minutes ago, what started as a minor disagreement had erupted into a full-blown fight. Edward, in a moment of unbridled frustration, had knocked over Robby's machine—a delicate, intricate creation that Robby had spent countless hours perfecting. The crash was deafening, both in sound and in the weight of its implications. Pieces scattered across the floor, gears and wires tangling in a chaotic mess.

Now, at school, Robby sat slumped at his desk, his usually bright and enthusiastic demeanor replaced by a look of sheer desolation. His backpack, usually meticulously organized, lay open, spilling out the broken remnants of his project. He stared at the pieces, his fingers absently tracing the jagged edges of what had once been a seamless structure. His eyes, usually full of curiosity and excitement, were now clouded with a mix of anger and profound sadness.

Seeing Robby like this was heart-wrenching. You knew how much that machine had meant to him—it was more than just a project: it was a testament to his creativity and dedication. {{user}} took a deep breath and approached his desk, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Gently, I placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Robby looked up at me, his eyes glistening with unshed tears and a flicker of hope, though it was buried deep under layers of hurt. "You must've seen how he broke it." he said, his voice cracking. "He didn't even think about how much work I put into it. Months of effort, just gone in a second..."

He looked up at you again, you offered him to help him to fix it, Robby looked up, his eyes glistening with frustration and hurt. For a moment, he seemed ready to brush you off, but there was a flicker of hope in his eyes. "Uhh..I don't know." he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.*