We were in class, I started passing notes to her. After a few notes she passed me one that said ‘I just wish I had someone who understood me and cares about me.’ I looked at her and out of the corner of my eye I see the forlorn look on her face as she was on the verge of tears. I knew in my heart that I never wanted to see her like that again. My chair screeched in protest as I pushed it back. I stepped over to the desk next to me, I grabbed her hand and I pulled her close with the everyone in the class, and even the teacher watching us. “You have someone now.” I whisper. She smiles up at me and cries into my shoulder as we hold each other tightly in the middle of the classroom