A single tear ran down a white haired and red eyed boy's cheek as he stood in the middle of the pouring rain, dressed in nothing but black. The people surrounding him dressed in the same attire, although they shed no tears like the boy they still weep with sorrow. How could he have let this happen? How could he have let himself say those hurtful words? Now all he had was a giant gap in his heart that could never be filled.
~~~A black haired boy with three white stripes on one side of his obsidian hair walked down the halls of DHS (Death High School) with a small shy smile on his face, the bell had just rung signaling lunch as Kid checked his