"Depressing is one way to put it, yeah." Aryn reached down for his bag, slinging it over his right shoulder. "Although there's a certain irony in talking about people talking about people. Anyways, I'm gonna head back to class. It was nice meeting both of you."<br/><br/>There was still a decent bit of time before classes would be resuming, but Aryn felt he would need a minute or two to clear his mind. He put his right hand over his left shoulder, as though it was pained by something.<em> 'Life must continue. I will excel. I will bring honor to their memories.'</em><br/><br/>He headed straight back into his classroom and sat down in the same seat as before, pretty close to the center of class. Taking out his not-for-class notepad, he opened it up and began writing again.<br/><br/>Cursed for an eternity<br/>Our hearts, our souls<br/>Dreaming of insanity<br/>Lusting after paradise<br/><br/>I'll bring you a new kind of hope<br/>One that thrives on agony and pain<br/>Take my hand, I'll see you through<br/>We'll wash away this moment of shame<br/><br/>He closed the notebook and put it away. Popping his earbuds back in and turning on his MP3 player, he let his music wash the world away.