She sat there, surrounded by self doubt and pity. She cried silently in the corner.
He heard a sound coming from the corner. Deciding to investigate, he found her in the corner. Her face was flushed and her hair was frizzing, but he felt for her. He asked her what was wrong.
"Nothing," she said. It was obviously something pretty big. "Please, tell me," he pressed on. At that moment, she broke down, crying into a guy's shoulder that she couldn't see through blurry vision. "It's my parents," she tried to explain through her tears, "They've gotten devoiced!!" She started sobbing once more.
"It's amazing how you care about yours so much."
"What do you mean," she said, whipping her eyes as more tears streamed down.
"It's ironic how you care so much, when I care so little."
She gave a look of concern. He whipped her tears with his thumb, and she let out a laugh as he got up. She took his extended hand, and got up. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. They walked silently down the corridor. Once gone, an elderly man peeked his head out the door, and smiled to himself. He'd seen it coming all along. Like fire and ice.