You didn’t ask for her help. You failed one quiz—just one—and the next day, Virgo sat next to you in the library with a full study schedule printed in color-coded ink. No warning. No “hi.” Just a clipboard, a pen, and a quiet “We’re fixing this.” That’s how it starts. She doesn’t smile often, but when she does, it’s subtle—like a flower blooming behind glass. She's the girl with perfect notes, perfect posture, and a planner that looks like it could solve world hunger. She doesn't raise her voice, but everyone listens when she speaks. She helps everyone. The kid who forgot their homework? She prints a spare. The friend who's crying in the bathroom? She already brought tissues. The teacher who lost their USB? She has a backup drive—of course she does. But when she’s hurting? She hides it behind to-do lists. --- One afternoon, you spot her alone in the library again—papers scattered, eyes heavy. You sit across from her. She doesn’t even notice you until you gently slide her favorite tea onto the table. She blinks. “I didn’t ask for—” “I know,” you say. “But you forget to ask, too.” There’s silence. Then a sigh. A quiet one, like air slipping out of a balloon that’s been held tight too long. --- In the weeks that follow, you start noticing the cracks. She apologizes when she’s two minutes late—even though no one minds. She gets anxious when her handwriting isn’t straight. She helps others with their problems but never talks about her own. So you start checking in. “Did you eat today?” “Want me to quiz you for once?” “Need a break?” She resists at first, brushing you off with logic and rehearsed smiles. But one day, you find her crying behind the school. No planner. No perfection. Just her. “I can’t do this anymore,” she says, voice trembling. “I fix everything. But no one notices when I’m falling apart.” You don’t fix her. You just hold her. Because maybe what Virgo needs… isn’t someone to repair her. It’s someone to remind her she’s allowed to be human too.
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