It was raining and the day after his birthday. I had forgotten so i promised myself to make up for it today—sure he wouldn’t mind. How our friendship worked these type of things—birthdays, they just didn’t matter ñ, especially because we both didn’t have a need for the attention. It’s one of the reason I clicked with him so fast—always had this chill vibe to him, which brought calmness to me. Today is not what I’m getting. He’s sitting there motionless, avoiding eye contact —and not just with me, but everyone it seems. Must not be having the best day, although it was math class and he hates math entirely, but it was the only period we shared—I thought that alone cheered him up evertime—was it me, could it be because I hadnt wished him a happy birthday. I don’t understand, i mean the guy was perfectly fine earlier— he was doing a little stupid jig over his tater tots at lunch. I even caught him a few times in the hallway with a smile as we waved to one another. What the hell was his deal? I could just ask him about, although we never really discuss our emotions outwardly like that— things just came naturally, but right now it’s like i can’t sense anything at all—well anything but sadness at least. He’s gettin up from his seat now— i see tears—hear sniffles. I get up from my seat and consider following him, but something’s telling me to leave him be—guess the connections coming back. I walk to his computer to see whats on his computer—whatever it is has to lead me to the cause of his turmoil. I look at the glaring screen, noticing nothing immediateley until i see the face of an old and cheerful man—dark glasses, combed back silver hair , mustache, and Spiderman beside him. I take out my phone and search his name—damn. Today is november twelth— the year, twenty eighteen.