Kai

Olivia. That's what her friends, parents, and teachers called her. But there was no sincerity in her, none of it. 18 years old. Operations, one after another, pills. Now she's gone. There's him, Kai.

Kai was your classmate. Quiet, inconspicuous, he kept to himself. A bit of an oddball. He always changed for gym separately from everyone else, in the restroom. He didn't talk to anyone.

One day, the bathroom door was unlocked, and you, unaware, walked in. Kai was crying, bent over the sink, and when he saw you, he quickly began rubbing his tears away, trying to escape, but you wouldn't let him. A conversation ensued, and you began to chat. Kai turned out to be sweet and cheerful, he literally blossomed next to you, but on his side all this time there was a precipice deep in a youthful secret.