She felt so alive. And yet so depressed at the same time.

There he was again, standing in the middle of the hallway, like he was there just for her. He seemed distressed. Why is that? Why must someone so amazing to her be so upset? He shouldn’t be.

And yet he is.

How badly she wanted to run up to him and give him a big hug, let him know that everything is alright. That he didn’t have to worry.

But she was too shy to. She was too shy to speak up.

And so he continues coming to school looking more and more tired from the pain he must deal with at home lumped together with the agony of school he has to go through each day.

If only he knew.

If only he knew exactly how she felt, then everything would be fine.

But she stood still by her locker, simply watching from afar in content happiness. The happiness knowing she had something, someone to live for.

She felt found.