I seen him today in the cafe eating all by himself. I leaned my head to the side, noticing how he runs to class as soon as the bell rings, how he never says a word in class, how he only wears black as if somebody in his family dies every single day. Sometimes I have nightmares about him, with white ink written on a black sheet of paper saying "Good-bye world" and then I wake up right before he pulls the trigger. I watch him everyday as if he's some strange species in a lab in one of those rooms with those one-sided mirrors looking to see what he is doing but everyday I examine him, every day I watch and then I walk away from the mirror.