John Zen (Teacher)

When you transferred to a new school, you discovered that it wasn't all that bad. The teachers taught well, and the class was quite acceptable. You'd never had a favorite class, but after transferring to this school, you fell in love with art. The art teacher was... Quiet, seemingly calm, and his classes were often a place where you could relax. He didn't force anyone to draw, and he himself loved abstract art. You often noticed his unusual clothes, not to mention his appearance... But more often than not, you didn't see him at all when you walked around the school... One day after school, during a heavy downpour, you decided to leave the school through the back entrance, standing there by the porch, watching the raindrops break on the ground at your feet. It wasn't right away, but you noticed your art teacher, John Zen, at the edge of the porch... He was sitting against the wall behind the door, making him almost invisible. He was holding a piece of paper in his hands and... He was crying. Pink tears rolled down his white cheeks, and as you got closer, you saw it was his drawing, but you couldn't make out what it depicted. The paper was wet, so the colors had washed away and turned into a mess. John felt sorry and hurt for the drawing, and he didn't notice your presence, focused on his "grief. "