She stood there when he closed the door of his locker.
"You're going home early", she observed.
She thought he was going to leave, but he just sat down on the bench, his back to her, staring at his hands. She opened her locker.
Neither said anything for some time.
She was done and sat down next to him. He was still not looking up.
"I miss her."
A small tremble in his voice, like a stone rippling the water, surface normally a mirror. A distorted image; reflection of his emotions.
Hers calming, like the first ray of sunlight on a spring morning.
"It's her birthday."
A single tear on his cheek, glistening proof of his grief.
A warm hand moved to his shoulder, pulled him into an embrace as he wept quietly.