Story Time!

Look Closer

I rushed out of the bathroom stall, thinking the bathroom was empty and slammed into a girl entering.

I hurriedly ducked my head and tried to scoot past her.

"Sorry—" she started to apologise. "Are you crying?"

I struggled to keep my voice from shaking as I answered. "No. Excuse me, please."

She moved to block my path. "What's bothering you? Is there something I can do to help you?"

"No."

She stared at me.

I stared back.

Her eyes flickered across my face and tried to gauge my body language.

Suddenly she moved forward and wrapped her arms around me.

I squeaked in surprise. "What are you doing!?"

"Something someone should've given you more often: a hug."

I tentatively brought my arms up and clutched at her shirt, dreading the moment when she would let go.

"I can see it in your eyes," she whispered. "That you want someone to hold onto and be comforted by. Let me be that person."

"I don't even know you." I tried to blink my tears away unsuccessfully.

She inhaled sharply. "I was the one who was leaving you those little notes. Remember when your journal showed up at your door? That was me."

I stiffened. "Did you—"

"No," she reassured me. "I didn't read it. You left it at the study lounge and I didn't think you'd want other people to see it."

I pressed my face tighter against her. "I'm scared."

"I know. You don't have to be scared. I'll be here with you when you need someone."

"Why?" I questioned her, not believing anyone could care about me.

"Because I know what it's like to be struggling alone and wishing someone was there for you. Maybe we can help each other."

I pulled back suddenly and grabbed her hand. "Thank you."

She brushed a stray tear off my cheek. "Always."