• She saw him from her window.
    He was in his room.
    Normally she would never think about watching him from her window.
    But tonight was different.
    Something was wrong.
    Something had been wrong all day.
    He wasn't happy.
    He hadn't insulted or teased her like he normally would.
    He hadn't talked to anyone, not even his friends.
    It was like a cloud of gloom was hovering over him (not like she cared, she'd tell herself).
    Now he's in his room, and the lights are off.
    He pulls open his desk drawer...
    ...and pulls out a gun.
    She gasped and ducked away from the window.
    What should she do?
    What should she do?
    No time to think, she grabbed her cell phone and called him on his.
    She peeked at the window, and saw him pick it up.
    He stared at the name of the person calling him.
    She ducked away before he could see that she had seen him.
    Slowly, he answered.
    "Hello?"
    "Hey..."
    "What do you want?" But he didn't sound angry.
    What should she say?
    What could she say?
    "Um..... I..... I..... I need you......"
    "You need me.......?"
    "Uh, yeah..... I need you to come over here. Like, right now."
    "Why?"
    Good Question......
    "Because........ Because....... I'm scared."
    "..........Huh?"
    "Yeah! No one's home, and... and you know how much I don't like being alone!"
    ".......Yeah, I do....."
    Okay, now just retreat a little more, she thought.
    "Fine, I'll be over there in a sec. Open your window for me."
    She hung up and let out a breath of relief.
    She stood up and opened her window, and he had already climed into the tree that separated their houses.
    She helped him inside and shut the window.
    They stared at each other for quite a while.
    Until she couldn't control herself anymore.
    She threw herself at him and knocked him on to the floor and hitting the wall, her arms wrapped tightly around him and her head burried into his chest.
    It took him a moment to realize what had just happened, and slowly his eyes became sad.
    "This wasn't about you being alone, was it?"
    Her grip tightened on his coat, and nodded with her head still burried.
    "You saw...." It wasn't a question.
    Again she nodded.
    She cried on his coat.
    "Don't leave me! Don't leave me! Please, don't leave me!"
    He stroked her hair and wrapped himself around her, his soul pained.
    Together they cried in the dark room.
    "I won't."