You stood beside Zeyn and Micah in front of a door. Christian, a close friend, was behind that door. He didn't let anyone in. You knew he needed some alone time. Yet you were there, ready to comfort him if needed. Then Micah yelled "Very mature, Christian" Zeyn scolded him and they started bickering. After a minute, they both calmed down. Zeyn opened the door and peeked behind it. Micah stood behind, watching silently.

He looked up at her, his eyes betraying how much mental pain he was in. Then he spoke. "Come here." She grinned as she saw her saddened big brother and went to sit in his lap. She hugged him. And talked to him. You stood behind, watching the interaction beside Micah.

This would happen everytime Christian was sad. Soon Zeyn started gifting him drawings, hanging them up on the blank grey walls. As Micah would stare hopelessly at Zeyn, you noticd how Christian's eyes would always soften, when she did something as simple as drawing him a picture. Most of the times he would always tear up, when he thought nobody was looking. But you were. You always noticed.

Soon Zeyn started drawing pictures of people. She started with a portrait of Christian, then Of Micah. After a few times came your turn to be drawn. You stood, hidden, watching as he smiled softly again at her. This time something was different though. His eyes fell slightly, his smile was wider. And his cheeks tinted a bit.

One time you caught him doodling a heart with a black pen in the corner of the drawing of you. It was small, barely noticeable. But you noticed.

One day he was sad again. This time Zeyn wasn't there to comfort him. So you went in. You quietly entered and sat across from him, closing the door behind yourself. You looked at him and tried to smile comfortingly. He looked at you and returned the smile, a bit crooked. Then you opened your arms, inviting him for a hug. And he collapsed in your embrace, curling like a little toddler in his mother's lap. He was too tall to fit perfectly in your embrace, yet he fit just right.