I don't own anything.
Gerard walked into class. The air carried the fragrance of a ghost.
"Where's Frank today?" he asked the girls behind him, acknowledging the empty seat to his left with a tinge of heart break.
"Didn't you hear? He killed himself over the weekend."
Gerard's eyes peeled open wide. His grip on his pencil tightened.
"Apparently he was gay and liked some guy, but was too scared to tell him..."
His palms became sweaty. His hands began to tremble.
"Don't think he knew him that well. Only talked to him when he sat beside him in one of his classes..."
His pencil dropped.
"It's a shame really. He was a nice guy."