I always see him like that; his hood on, in a closed sitting position. I never talked to him, no one did, not recently anyway. He was always so chipper, so happy, that grey hoodie would only have the hood up when rain came down. But now he only wears it up. His personality took a 180, he got in fights a lot. I don’t blame him, I know what he’s going through. Loss is hard to deal with especially when it’s someone close to you. The poor guy’s girlfriend killed herself. But what do I say to him; “there are plenty of fish in the sea”? No, that would come off as insensitive. It’s hard to talk to someone grieving, I don’t want to push him into despair while I have a sunny disposition on life. I can’t relate to him, maybe it’s better to wait for someone else to talk to him. He walks to the forest alone, I’ve seen him sitting there occasionally. He’d maybe mumble her name as I walk by but that’s really the only interaction we have. In the end no one talked to him, it wasn’t until he joined his lover that we started to care. I wish I talked to him more, maybe then he wouldn’t have done that.