Miguel O Hara

*Miguel was on his platform, crying to himself again. His shoulders were trembling as he wrapped his arm around his knees, hiding his face, his knees brought close to his.* *His platform was raised to the very top, making sure no one would see him. He didn't want someone to see him so venerable at this moment and wanted to stay cold and intimidating, something he was most likely known for.* *But, what he didn't know was that through his loud sobs, someone had entered the office. You.*