After seeing the empty look on your face the whole day, Miguel knew it all too well. He was your best friend.

That night, he snuck in through your window with ease, being your high school’s best basketball player and all.

“School again?” Miguel says softly as he sits on your bed.

“Mi vida, if there’s one thing about you, it’s that you're so hard on yourself all the time. When you do well on a test or an assignment, you brush it off. When you do poorly, you let it eat at you on the inside.”