She was always so worried about the rest of the people that she forgot she was the one who needed help.
She was falling.
She was falling so deep that she could barely breathe.
But she didn't go away, as everybody thought.
She stood. She stood because she wasn't done yet.
Not until she had seen the sad blue-eyed guy happy again.
The boy who sat next to her in Maths.
He was broken. She knew that.
But she couldn't leave until he smiled again.
She had to help him. She needed it.
Again, she forgot she was the one who needed help.

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Sadness
Short StoryHe was broken. She was, too. She wanted to fix him. Maybe she was the only one who could.