Today was, well, stressful, to say the least. You forgot your headphones at home. Everything was too loud and bright. Maths was hard, you ran into your ex, it was all too much.

You were sitting in class, next to your best friend, Johnny, He noticed you slapping a rubber band to your wrist (usually a substitute for self-harm). He grabbed your hand, squeezing it softly, reminding you he was there, and wasn't going anywhere. He smiled at you kindly. "It's okay, I'm here." He whispered.