I walked out of the library. My hand wielded the plaster Reno had given me. I put it into my pocket in a second and probably needed this later. “I care for you”. I didn’t know why Reno’s sentence still played in my mind. And honestly, it mesmerized me for a moment. Yet, I directly discarded his words from my memory. I exited the main building. The students were still teeming and cheering the basketball players. One of the players successfully threw the ball into the basket. He did a small celebration by kicking up his fist to the air and bowed down before his supporters.

Someone handed me a...