"Micah?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "Yes Nikko?" "I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he confessed. "Yeah?" He just hummed in response. I didn't say anything, massaging my fingers through his hair. I really did love his hair. There it was again, that stupid word. When I finally did fall asleep, one sentence left unsaid kept replaying in my head. I think you might be the best thing that's happened to me too. ✧⭑✧⭑✧ At only 17 years, Nikolaus has experienced more pain than most people will in their lifetime. He moves across the country from Florida to California with hopes of a fresh start. No more pity smiles from classmates he's never spoken to, no more fruitbaskets on the doorstep, no more flowers, and no more fucking caseroles. Micah is the definition of overachiever. She's as close to perfect as perfect will ever get. You can ask anyone and they'd tell you that this girl has zero flaws. She's what you would refer to as the golden child. There isn't a single thing that Micah isn't good at. The entirety of her life has been planned out for her since before she was even born. Excel grade school, pass final exams with flying colors, and then finally, get accepted into Harvard Law School, just like the both of her parents. Only, what happens when your so-called "golden child" has plans of her own? TW: MENTIONS OF ANXIETY, DEPRESSION, AND SELF HARM.