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Imagine:
How much longer before this class ends? I look up at the clock again for what seems to be the 50th time during the lesson. Before I focus back on my book again, I see the back of Y/n's head, a seat across from me on the right. She's always sat in the same seat, no matter which classroom she's in. If I walk past a class that we're not in together, I can guarantee she's sat in the middle row, a seat away from the window. The seat where her friend should be sat. And she hasn't moved on from it. Y/n's best friend had died last month in a serious car accident, and to her, it's like she lost half of her. Their parents were friends, so they knew each other as soon as they could crawl and talk. Y/n has other friends, and they've tried so much to keep her grounded, to stop her drifting away on her own. But it's no use.
I live across the street from Y/n, and I've tried so many times to stop her doing things to herself, which luckily worked so far. But that's because I'm there for her and remind her of her worth. With her parents' permission, I spend my days and nights at Y/n's and watch her fall asleep before I do, just to make sure. I stroke her hair and hold her in my arms whenever she wakes up from the nightmares and haunting.
I wait for Y/n outside our English class and she's the last one to exit after talking to the teacher. She walks out of the room and her face lights up when she sees me - but only slightly. I can tell today's one of her worst days. I take her hand in mine and squeeze it tight.
"Smile for me Y/n," I say.
She lifts the edges of her lips like she's forcing herself to smile. Since the hallways are mostly empty of students, I stop and take Y/n's face in my hands. I look into her eyes and she looks at mine before hesitating and lowering her gaze to the floor.
I smile at her nervousness. "Hey, don't be scared. You don't have to fight everything alone, I'm right here for you. It's okay. Some day in the future, when we're miles down the road, you'll look back and think you're glad you stayed on."
She looks up at me and finally smiles, her eyes tired but the smile touches her eyes. "You really think so?"
I nod my head and plant a quick kiss on her cute little nose. "I know so."
