gun was empty.
he hardly ever went anywhere, he just stayed in his dorm.
he never talked in class, not even when the teacher asked him a question.
mark had stopped showing up to class, nobody no where he was.
gun felt like he had just got played.
he didn't understand the whole situation.
no matter how many times gun called mark, he never answered.
straight to voicemail.
gun stopped trying.
he couldn't cry anymore.
he had used up all his tears on such a person that he couldn't seem to cry anymore.
nobody came in his life.
not a new friend.
nothing at all.
nothing.
