The light in the boy’s eyes was dimmed. Life has finally managed to box him in the remains of a world and society he had romanticized. Ashamed, torn up, with friends who in his head became the daily reminder of his own inability to walk the talk, he cuts himself off. He wallows and makes the best and the worst out of the new folks, as the agonizing solitude of the crowd and the contempt in his head picks his flesh out day after day. Their expectations and beliefs don’t pressure him, they merely add to the solitude.