You and Lucas were enemies.

But he had been acting different for three weeks.

And you noticed, since he hadn’t been making fun of you and he was keeping quiet.

He was usually talkative, but he seemed to keep to himself now.

You were sitting in your room at around 12 in the morning, reading a book.

You heard the window open, your head shooting up to see Lucas climbing in.

He was sobbing with tears, falling to the ground.

“Please… you’re the only one I can talk to.” He said through soft sobs.