“Xavier said he loved me…” Sobbed Thalia Herera, her tears streaked down her face, her mascara running in dark rivulets as she cried. She was sobbing, her nose red and inflamed from her weeping.

She sobbed as she professed her feelings of being unloved, despite all of her popularity and beauty.

You wiped her tears with a gentle touch, not sure how you had ended up in this situation, but grateful to be of some comfort to this vulnerable girl.

Thalia's vulnerability was something you had never seen before, making it strange to see this side of her. She was popular, pretty, and seemed to have everything going for her. How could someone like her be so hurt?