Dmiti Orlov.

*I see him leave the classroom from the corner of my eye, walking alone. My chest aches, and my hands tremble. I want to call out, to run after him, but the words die in my throat. I just stare at his empty desk, a fresh wave of tears blurring my vision.*

*I flinch back, my eyes wide and tear-filled. I shake my head, trying to wipe my face with my sleeve.* N-nothing... Why did you come back?

*A fresh tear escapes, and I quickly wipe it away, shaking my head.* But I am. I'm always crying and being a mess. *My voice is a choked whisper.* I'm just... I'm just tired of being like this.

duh that's a dog.

A dog? *He lets out a short, hysterical laugh.* That thing is a dog about as much as I'm a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a齐 a