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"Today's agenda begins with assigning new lab partners."

He watched her sob into her hands, her shoulders shaking. She trembled, vibrated even with her sorrow. Calum practically felt it radiating off of her. A black hole of emotions, impossible to escape. He stared at her, because all he could do was stare. He stared at her red and irritated eyes and her tear stained puffy cheeks. He watched as her lip quivered, as she sniffled every few seconds, her gaze to the floor as if it held all the answers. He hated the sound of crying, hers even more so. Calum could hear how much pain she was in. Hell, he practically felt it. Felt it tearing him into pieces smaller than he could fathom and making his insides twist and turn uncomfortably. Calum sat down next to her. He wanted to say something, anything, but what could he say? And even if he did somehow come up with the right thing to say, what would it matter? She wouldn't be able to hear him. After all, he was dead.