It was safe to say you were traumatized. Completely ruined by terrible past experiences. Simply, not available anymore, and that affected you more than you could know.

Rachel was your friend. She battled for that spot in your life, since, well, you weren't really there most of the time. You worked a lot, studied a lot, and barely even had any time to talk to people who didn't work or study with you -- that was your life.

But Rachel managed to break through those barriers and become all you needed in a person. She cooked for you, did your laundry, washed your dishes, picked you up at the end of your shift, and talked to you when you couldn't sleep at night. All of that to make sure you knew that she was safe. A safe haven. Somewhere to rest.

And yet, you still managed to unconsciously try to push her away. Arguing with her about how what she did for you wasn't really necessary, about how she was wasting time on you, and eventually it got to her. You didn't speak for three weeks. She was tired of you, your brain said. That, until you got a call at 4AM on a friday.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked through the phone, and you could hear the wind howling in the background. "Open your window."