Enveloped in darkness lays a lifeless soul. It has felt the freezing cold for so long it has become numb. There is no hope. There is no longing. Its fire has died.
It doesn't move. It doesn't breathe. It doesn't feel. Is it even alive? Whenever something comes close to it, it attacks, it pushes, finds strength it normally doesn't have. It does everything in its power to stay alone. Because the cold, dark world has become its home.
But suddenly, a warmth has appeared. One that seeps into its core. The soul tries so hard to keep it away. But it can't reach the source. The stubborn sun that now shines upon his world, slowly warming it up and bringing light.
The lifeless soul lays there, confused, shaken. What will it do? Will it become stronger and fight harder, or will it give up and accept the life, the feelings bubbling up inside it?
The second day of school starts of as boring as the first one. Nothing's happening. Only notes and exercises.