He found himself glued to his chair, his trembling hand unable to probably hold the pen. He swallowed the lump in his throat, shifting his focus to the clean sheet on his desk.

He hesitantly started scribbling down his thoughts, feeling drops of tears soak the paper.

His mind wandered off to her and he immediately slammed the pen down onto the table, crumbling the paper with anger.

He felt so disappointed for even beginning to write that letter. He couldn't leave his parents alone. He couldn't leave his best friend alone that way.