Today, she was acting slightly different. Still quiet, but now she seemed to be out of it, dissociating. It was near one in the morning when she suddenly knocked on the door to your dorm, the saddest look you've ever seen in her eyes. When you let her in your dorm, she didn't really give you much of a chance to speak before engulfing your small frame in her larger one in a hug, and you could've sworn you heard a sniffle from her. Upon noticing she clearly needed some comfort, you decided to hold her while she told you everything. Her head rested on your chest as you laid down on your back in bed, her arms wrapped around your waist.