I stood in his office, not saying a word. His expression hinted at concerns he wouldn't voice. I cried suddenly, and ran to the cafeteria. He was running after me, and I wanted to lock myself in the cafeteria. I heard him knock on the door, and I felt worse. "Leslie... I'm sorry," he said. I cried harder, and he held me. His eyes were full of regret. I didn't want to look at him, but he tilted my chin up to look at him. "Please don't cry.." he whispered. I left, and for the next few days, he didn't say anything to me. When Friday came around, he sat by me at lunch. "Dear, are you alright?" he asked me. "No," I said, not being able to talk without crying.
