High school adventures
And look how well that was turning out.
I couldn't read more, I found tears running down my cheeks as I closed the book. I turned to the wall on the other side of my bunk as I cried my eyes out as silently as I could.
This didn't happen to me but it weighed me, this didn't happen to me but I keep crying over it, this didn't happen to me yet I feel the pain. What about who it happened to?
After crying for some minutes, I opened up the book, tore out a page and wrote what came into my mind at that moment, my own way of comforting her and then I passed the book back to her with the note on it.