Did you know scintilla means a spark or a very small thing? Well that scintilla can grow to be a huge wild fire. One that tears through a whole town and destructs everything in it's path. It can grow to be ruthless and deadly. Or it could grow to be a bonfire on a beautiful night with ones you love. But that bonfire, the one that seems harmless could grow to be that monster of a wildfire. But momma's always tell their children not to play with fire, not that they always listen.
Teenagers are under rated. They put up with more bullshit than you could imagine. They have so much pressure on them and standards to look up to. School, family, friends, jobs, college, relationships. Their bosses, parents, friends, lovers, spectators, teachers, peers, all ask so much of them. They don't have that much to give. They need a little life to live too. You can't take the best years of their lives from them without expecting some sort of retaliation.
When something horrible happens to anybody, you shouldn't ask anything of them. They need their space, don't take that from them. Let them be, let them cry or be angry. Don't smother them in all things rainbows, bright and kittens. If they want their world to be full of grey storm clouds, crying and sad songs then allow it. Time heals all, not you.