Ethan trudged home in the rain with his hoodie pulled over his head causing water to drip down the hem of his jacket and into his now, soaking wet Vans. He had just finished his study session with Jasmine in the library, Ethan didn't understand why she actually tried to help when he was obviously retaliating. In his mind, he didn't need help, especially with something as silly as journalism.

Ethan plopped down on his bed in his dull and messy bedroom. He took his shirt off and threw it across the room then got under the covers.

Ethan's mind began to race, questions that he didn't ever ask himself entered his head and he didn't know how to react. Soon, tears streamed down his face.

He sat there and cried. He felt things that he never felt before, and in that moment he realized that he was completely and utterly alone.