• He looked up at his torn ceiling. The tears he couldn't stop, coming in too fast. He had already tried holding them back.


    He knew it was too late. Memories came back of his past. This was the end. He looked back at the timer.

    Thirty seconds left. His parents won't know. Nor his friends.

    Fifteen seconds. Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. At this point he wanted to throw it out his window, but he did not want anyone to know about this.

    One. The boy let out a scream before the explosion. The last tear stood on the pile of stone, glowing in the night.