You were on a train ride to your school, it was 15 stops away. You sat on the furthest corner of the train, sobbing into your jacket sleeve.

Tears rolling down your cheeks, silently crying on the lonely train. That was, until Atticus came along, he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you.

"Is everything okay? You can talk to me, don't worry." He said with a reassuring smile, as he gently rubbed your back to try to comfort you. You didn't know how to feel, but he felt nice to be around.