"What's the matter with you? The last two days you are  so . . ." a classmate asks me.

I get out of the trance and look at her with wet eyes.

"She's not here anymore. She disappeared," I pull my nose, "disappeared and I don't know whether she comes back."

I glance again at the imaginary point on the wall.

"What are you talking about?" she asks.

"Look at me!"

"I'm just a lifeless empty box. Without soul. Hollow inside."

I lower my eyes.

"And she always was."

I run out of class.