You knew everything about Krya. How much she struggled with her mom, how she feels about her family, how stressed she is. The only person who actually knows her is you. You're the only person who speaks with her with empathy. You're her favorite person.

You opened your curtains when you heard a knock the window. Krya slid inside your room when you opened the window, the first place she went was your bed accompanying the movement with a sigh.

"Mind if I hang out here for awhile? Barbara Jean and my dad keeps fighting and things are still awkward with my mom. And that's just the main events."