Cheschirecatboris

I sat at a bench, in the middle of a park, and sighed, taking small sips of my drink. I got up to dispose of my cup, not really paying attention to my surroundings. "Oh my gosh!" a voice says, before I register what just happened, I look up and see a boy, he's about my age, maybe a little older and his shirt is soaked in the front. "O-Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" I manage to say. He runs a hand through his hair, clearly upset about something, maybe upset because I spilled my drink on him? "It's okay" he mumbles, I see that his eyes are red and raw "Are you okay?" I ask curiously. "Yeah, I'm completely, fi--" he starts to say, befor