I followed her invisibly.
I was practically right behind her.
She wanted to cry again, but she wasn't going to.
She was going to hold it in, for the sake of not being called an attention whore.
We walked down the halls alone, seeing friends and putting on a happy face.
That one thing from before really hit her hard, even though it was such a small gesture.
Or more like a gesture that never happened.
I walked with her through her school halls early in the morning while she was alone.
She tried to avoid as many people as possible.
History was repeating itself and she noticed it too.
And she was scared.
I followed her throughout the entire day.
Her mood increasingly got better but the same feeling stayed in the pit of her stomach.
She left the school the same way she came in, saddened by the small things.
She left with a girl she considered close from class while she watched another one of her really close friends walk by herself.
She felt guilt, sadness, everything.
She parted and walked on the other side of the street to avoid conflict to then get on the bus.
She felt horrible.
She felt like the worst friend in the world.
She was in the same position as the day before, except this time she had that other close friend with her.
She kept her headphones in and avoided all conversations.
She and her friend got off at the same time at an earlier stop than from yesterday and got on another bus.
I decided to keep my distance as an angelic being today.
Too much contact with the human world could be dangerous for them as much for me.
It was quiet majority of the ride and she said her goodbyes, eventually getting off the bus herself.
She walked home, thankfully, with no rain falling down.
She walked home peacefully with music still blasting as loud as it can be.
At least today wasn't as bad as yesterday.
She eventually made it to the limited safety of her own home and did all her work.
She tried to do everything her mother asked of her, and tried to be good and quiet.
She continued to sketch something she was working on for a very long time.
It helped her de-stress.
The good part- it actually worked.
But that one thing was still aching her.
The close friend that walked home alone, she was ignoring her.
I saw it in action too.
It made her so sad and confused.
I felt it.
The confusion swirling with unanswered questions.
She thought she had done something wrong.
After all her work, she texted her and confirmed that she wasn't mad.
She was alright.
But I know my human didn't believe it.
She always looked deeper, a habit that could do good but can also cause hurt.
She let it go for tonight and went to sleep.
She slept and tried to solve her dreams.
She had the mind capacity like no other.
She was definitely going to be exhausted because of all the thinking that's being dealt with while she dreams.
She is no doubtedly an interesting dreamer.
