The door shut gently, and Stark glanced at it mournfully while his body slid down on the floor as if he had lost balance to stand. He pulled up his knee, hugged it, leaned his face further towards his knee, and embedded his forehead on it.
WHIMPERING!
"Why? Why must I keep my distance from her? What did I do wrong? I couldn't even comfort her; it hurts." With a snivelling, sobbing voice, he groaned, which could stroke the deep centre of his heart.
He was devoured by melancholy and tormented for being alive, and he couldn't even have a chance to comfort his love, Lisa.
The next day, before 8:00 a.m., Stark left for school.
The freshly awakened sun gradually brightens the day. Every student arrived. However, Lisa was the last one to enter, which calmed Stark's fluttering heart.
Since the morning, Stark has kept illustrating Lisa's concerned face that asked for a hug yesterday, which squeezed his heart from thinking about anything else before her.
