24 days until christmas

December the twenty-second

He should go back to school again, but he doesn't want to. Acually, he doesn't care. He's hurt. Badly. It kills him from the inside. He knows he's weak but he admits it. He tries to make himself feel strong, so he doesn't care about anything. Even she doesn't make him feel any better (He doesn't need any help, right?) - okay, maybe a little bit.
But he still doesn't want to do anything. He just wants to sit on his bed and stare at the white wall. He took all the pictures off, so he's not the only one who's empty.
He's wearing the same clothes he wore the last 90 hours, he doesn't care.
The phone rings (he broke his mobile), he doesn't care. The answering machine turns on.

»I know you're there and I know you don't care but you should really go to school. I mean, you don't need to go. I called the secretary and she understands that you don't want to come. But it's almost christmas ... and ... just forget it ...
In case you're looking for a reason - for whatever - do it for me. Love you.«
Then she hung up.
He starts to think about her.
How does she feel about him being this this cold?
It must hurt her.
He makes a decision.