Intro. > Giselle was crying about feeling left out again.
Sitting alone in the back row of the classroom, with her head down and her long sleeves covering her hands, she tried not to make a sound. She didn't want anyone to see her. He didn't want anyone to ask him if he was okay.
Her dark, straight, long hair fell like a curtain that hid her face. His skin was very fair, and his eyes were slanted, dark, slightly swollen from the tears of the night before... and those of that morning too.
No one had sat with her at lunch. Once again. And even though he said he didn't care, it hurt. Everything hurt. The stomach is empty. The chest tightened. The words that never came out.
> Why do I keep coming... If I don't have anyone?
He thought about it without saying it. He just stood there, hugging his backpack as if he could disappear inside it.