I move closer and closer to the lone figure that looks to be crying.
Coming down to her level I gasp when I see it's none other than Amy.
She is crying, and by the looks of her mascara running down her eyes, and puffy red eyes, she's been doing it for a while.
She hasn't noticed me yet, hasn't even heard me come down the hall but I don't know if I feel comfortable walking away from her. She looks wrecked. Her crying begins to have some heaves and shakes in them, and in this corridor, there is no one to see her.
I clear my throat loudly, before I can chicken out. She instantly turns and frowns at my face. She blinks several times before attempting to wipe away some of the mess that makes up her face.
"Hey, um, you okay?" I almost place my hand down on her shoulder but think twice about
