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, ...