I want to write! I want to!
His mind was quiet, but he knew it was a ruse. All the thoughts, the important ones, were bubbling angrily just below the surface. They threatened to overtake him. Hunched, staring at the ground. He exhaled thoroughly and ran his fingers through his wet hair. Sat back against the cold metal bench. Tears swelled in his eyes and he bit his tongue to fight them back. The running did nothing for him. He would only have to return. Plus, he had no idea where he was now. He pressed his palms to his burning eyes and let the rain follow the curves of his arms down his back. What now? he thought.
Hm. What now? Back to studying for exams.