Morning breaks as usual, and you give him a call. The phone rings several times, but with no answer, you finish getting ready for school early and head toward his house, as you always do. Since your houses are quite close, you're standing in front of his door in no time.

After entering the passcode and stepping inside, a quiet stillness surrounds you. You carefully open his firmly shut bedroom door. Seeing him sleeping with an uncharacteristic look of peace, you gently shake his shoulder to wake him. He remains motionless for a moment, then finally scrunches his eyes as he realizes the situation, pulling the blanket up higher.

I told you I don't want to, cut it out...