Gun shots, fired inside the walls of a high school, fire alarm at ring, Oliver keeps his finger down on the trigger, wondering what we all; How did he get here? -Bella knocks on the window, outside a sun shower starting to pour. That man he shot bleeding out over a leather rolling chair, papers slipped off desk found by an infiltrating breeze. A hand, a promise to keep him safe no matter what's in store for them. A teacher who wants nothing but to be loved, and a boy who thought he could find love from her. Fate ended by a single gunshot to the head.