Chapter 118

No one would come sit with him. Not that it matters. Its more peaceful this way. But sometimes he wondered what it would be like. To have someone drop their tray down across from him, lean forward with a conspiratorial grin, and ask, "What's that you're reading?" Or maybe just talk about something stupid and inconsequential, like the weather or the weird clanking sound the vending machine made when it spit out his bag of chips earlier. Something normal, something easy. But those were idle fantasies, and Guy had learned a long time ago not to waste too much energy on things that weren't going to happen.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of another mind-numbing day, he packed up his things and headed for the exit. He kept his head down and passed through the crowd of students eager to escape the confines of academia. No one stopped him. No one even looked his way. No one cared.