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Kyle sat in his usual seat in the LHU dining hall with a cup of coffee and his breakfast in front of him. He was exhausted; the previous night’s riots had kept him out in the city all night long. It took every effort to just keep his eyes open while he drank his morning caffeine and shoveled the substandard “egg” into his mouth. He had no idea how he would managed getting through his three classes today, two of which were enough to put him to sleep even after a full eight hours of sleep. Fortunately, because of the security threat posed by the riots, and the lingering unrest that permeated the city, the University had decided to cancel classes for the day.

While he ate his breakfast, he also looked over the front page of the Lost Haven Globe, one of 3 of the city’s major newspapers. On the front page was a photo of a burning apartment building with the headline [ b] “Riots Strike Fear!!”[/b], and it detailed the events of the prior evening. As he read the article, he felt a gentle rubbing on his shoulder. He jumped in surprise, and looked up to see who had touched him. Much to his relief, he saw Sam standing to his side, one hand on his shoulder. She offered a weak smile and sat down beside him.

“Crazy shit, huh?” She said looking at the headline, her voice filled with a sadness that had been ever present since the night that Ronnie had been killed. As responsible as Kyle had felt over their friend’s death, Sam felt worse. She was suffering from a bout of survivor’s guilt, agonizing over the fact that because Kyle had tackled her to the ground, Ronnie had been hit. 

“Yeah, it’s unreal.” He answered as he leaned into her, giving her a light one armed hug. “How are you holding up?” He asked, his voice softening slightly.

“Shitty.” Sam said flatly, causing Kyle to push the paper aside and turn to Sam, giving her his full attention.
“I know what you mean. Between the madness last night and what happened with…” He paused, reluctant to say the name of his deceased friend, not for his own sake, but for Sam’s.

“Yeah.” Sam agreed, leaning against Kyle’s shoulder. “Hey, I’m kind of tired; I really haven’t been sleeping well. You mind walking me back to my dorm?” 

“Of course.” Kyle said as he started to get up from his seat. As they began to make their way toward Sam’s dorm, Kyle slipped him arm over her shoulders and gave her a slight squeeze.