"there's been a death at Mobius High." you've heard the Teacher say on the phone over the screams of teenagers and talking of the teenagers. some people were also crying.

The boy was familiar but you didn't know, his face was a blurred image as the teacher escorting you inside the school and the others.

your teacher came in as he settled in his chair. he didn't look up to the class but you saw distress in his eyes. he was upset about this incident. He stood as the class got silent as he spoke. "Now... you all know who Micheal Rouse is.... and sad to say that he passed away..."

Micheal Rouse had lung cancer. he was your best friend, he depended on you a lot, you thought he told you everything, apparently not. you almost burst out in tears remembering the memories, he was special.

"y/n?"

he said quietly under the dark oak tree where you two sat and told stories. "yes Micheal?' you smiled at him but he never returned the smile. you knew what he was going to say, but you never thought this would happen.

during valentines day the only valentine card he got was from you. it was a cover of his favorite band. he also gave you one. but it was hand made, you didn't want to see what was said. he had a crush on you and you knew it, but you didn't want anything more than friends. instead you left it in a light grey box. now you wondered if that was the reason.

you sniffle as you put your hands at your head. "oh i'm so sorry for your lost y/n! i knew how much you loved him!" the girl in front of you said in mockery as you only glared at her. Ella, she was the most attractive, popular, perfect girl on school grounds. she wins at everything, there hasn't been a single test she failed. you didn't bother backing yourself up because one of her side buddies will defend her so pity act she pulls up. 

"mr. Ati...." You said politely as his eyes meet with yours. "do you know the reason why?..." he didn't respond at first but he nodded but he spoke. "i'll tell you at the end of class." he dismisses your question and continues with his usual class but it seemed like he was waiting for someone. where Micheal's seat was now empty by a window, the pen marks and holes still remained that he carved. he even carved some random symbols that didn't make sense.