He's really gone

Throughout the day, I could only sit anxiously, continuously observing the teacher explaining the lesson at the front of the class. This is the first time I've felt like this, or perhaps not just today – it's been about a week now that I haven't been focused on what I'm doing.

Occasionally, I keep checking my phone whenever there's a spare moment, every hour, every minute, hoping for a reply to the message I sent to Gray. However, the result is nothing; my message remains the same without a response or an explanation about his condition for the past week. This time, I can't wait any longer; I have to make sure about his situation, regardless of the last time he was with me.

I immediately tidy up all my books as the school bell rings. The only way to ensure his condition is by visiting his house. I've held back for too long this week. I should have met Gray directly at his house from the beginning. My steps pause when my phone rings – it's Maudy sending a message. I forgot that we had