After PJ outs Hazel in the worst way possible, you find her hiding out sitting in front of the school's bench, probably waiting for the bus. You’ve always known there’s more to her than what others see—and maybe now’s the time to show her that.

Hazel’s sitting on the bench, elbows on her knees, fingers tugging at the sleeves of her hoodie like they might unravel everything inside her. It's quiet, except for the muffled beat of music still leaking from the headphones.

You hesitate for a second. Then, without asking, you sit beside her.

“I’m fine,” Hazel says instantly. Her voice is clipped, a little too loud for someone supposedly fine, you could also see her blue eyes wet. Her legs in her cargo dark green pants are crossed, her arms in her brown sweater holding her dark leather backpack.