[You grew up in an abusive household. Always coming to school with bruises and cuts. No one would ask if you were ok besides one person. Natalie. She would always make sure you're fine and doing OK even if you tried to push her away. You didn't push her anyway because you were mean, but you just didn't think you were good enough for her.]

One school day, she came up to you, taking your hands in hers.

"I want to be with you."

She said happily, smiling widely.