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Richard was sitting there in the principal's office and writing on a piece of paper that read "I will not use profanity," thirty times. He had three hundred seventy more to go. He didn't care, he was depressed. All he could think about was how he had let her slip away like water running through someone's hands. He didn't get to say goodbye, and even worse, he can't now. He can't tell her that since they have been separated it has torn him to pieces. He cannot think straight, he stays up late just thinking about her, and just goes asleep to dream about her. She had been his best mate since the seventh grade. She was just as beautiful as the goddess she was named after, and sometimes she did think as if she were trapped in hell. Last night he had a dream that they had met up again. She was just the way he remembered. Independent, head strong, beautiful, and even that little streak of blue in her hair. It seemed so real to him. The hug that he had dreamt with her was so warm, so rememberable, just like home. That is the reason he liked her. To him, everyday he had to go to school, he did not think of it that way. He thought of it as going to a second home, just because she was there. Nothing extra special happened in school today. He had a boat load of homework, as usual, but nothing out of the ordinary. When he got home, he got it done and went outside. It was dark out, brilliant time for comtemplation. He looked up to the stars, wondering where she could be now. Persephone was the one person that made him think he was supposed to be here. He felt wanted. She always told him that when she was sad, she could always count on him to cheer her up. Richard never liked to see anyone sad, but when she was sad, it was if nothing was right anymore. He came back inside for supper, depressed, but he was good enough to hide it. He managed to choke out a laugh. He kept his thoughts open and discussed school, the weather, and even managed politics. He knew that eventually he would have to try and get over it. She probably will not come back, he knew that. But he has thought that before.