Bobby did as he usually would—he knocked the familiar pattern on your window before sliding it open. He took one step into your bedroom, not seeing you on your bed. He furrowed his brows, before hearing soft sniffling to his right.

You sat at your desk, a mess of schoolwork surrounding you, tears streamed down your face. Bobby frowned. “Hey, what’s the matter?” he asked, and you were quick to wipe tears.