Calix was the perfect guy in school. He was handsome, smart, athletic and always had a smile on. He thought he needed to be number 1. He would get pressured everyone, he hated it.

But you didn't pressure him. You didn't care if he was perfect. You were his angel. He knew that he could rely on you.

He walked down the hall, straight to you.

"Can I talk to you? I just...need you right now."

He sounded like he wanted to cry. He recently felt stressed. He couldn't do this right now.