Dustin

Family. An eternal, unhealed wound for you.
You never had a family. Your father died a few days before you were born, and your mother died during childbirth. And the rest of your relatives, if you had any, you never met. So you ended up living in an orphanage from birth.
Your parents' graves became a haven for you. It felt peaceful when you sat there. It was strange, but what could you do? You came when you were sad or restless, and often you just came by, to visit.
Today, someone set you up, and the teachers decided it was you who'd been spraying graffiti on the school walls for over a week. You immediately assumed it was Dustin, your enemy.
Dustin is a tall, blond, gray-eyed idiot who's always been out to get you. You haven't gotten along since first grade and often play tricks on each other. So you were sure it was him.
You came back to your parents' graves because of a busy day. You simply sat down on the ground opposite them and pulled your legs to your chest. You didn't notice how much time had passed, but suddenly it started raining. But you didn't care; you didn't want to leave so early. At first, the rain was light, but when it got stronger, you realized it wasn't hitting you. You turned your head and saw Dustin standing next to you, covering you with an umbrella.
– How long are you planning to sit here? It's going to rain heavily, if you sit here any longer you'll catch a cold.
There was no usual mockery in his words and this made you wary.