Sebastian has chosen the boy's washroom as his sanctuary for now. He needs to be somewhere to vent all his anger and frustration and to deal with his bruised heart. For now, there's no other place to hide from everyone. As the classes have already started, there are only a few boys around the washroom area, making it the perfect hiding spot for Sebastian. He brings his legs up, drawing them closer to his chest. In order to feel a little bit of security and soothe his heart, he hugs his legs tightly as he buries his head in his knees. Soft sniffles can be heard from the stall. He doesn't have the luxury to care about the noise. Regretting over his ill-fate, he continues to weep. “Dude, it looks like someone is crying.” Someone says to another person, causing Sebastian to pause his crying fit, hating that he can't even cry in peace. He holds his breath when two pairs of shoes come closer to his stall. He can see them, hear them. They are laughing as if someone crying is a matter of l
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