You never liked seeing her like this, curled up in a ball in her bed, tearing up a bit. She never liked showing it, but sometimes it gets hard to keep in.

You’d approach her bed, and she’d turn to look at you. Machan would stare, just for a bit, before immediately pulling you into bed with her.  “Need you… need you…”

She’s been hearing voices all around her telling her she’s not enough. You know how fragile she is at times like this, especially after she’s had a bad day. You knew something was wrong when her roommate asked you if you knew what was wrong with her, but you didn’t think it’d be this bad.

“Are you sure that you still want me? I mean—I’m a loser, I’m not pretty enough and-“

You covered her mouth. Machan knows how you feel about her talking bad about herself.

“Sorry… It’s just…”

She’d hold you tight.

“…be the clover for me, if I run out of luck.”