A gloomy overhang thick with silence crowded the students' Monday with taunting depression tickling their throats as the day trudges forth.

The fog clouds their minds, blurring out information as their deeply grieving hearts beat with steady regretfulness.

The students grapple with the teeter-tottering situation, shifting from mouth to mouth with strong voices about to tip into a crack.

Although he may be in our hearts, he will not be in our eyes for he won't appear again.

Harmonious questions bubble endlessly and they mostly have the same answer.

Calluses of undying sadness appear amongst everyone but not all are visible.

From high above he watches, warmhearted and still.

Though waterworks are formed...

We wish we could see you now.

We miss you.