Xavier
Sounds of sobs spill through my ears.
I'm suddenly in front of clutched knees and a bent head. I reach my arms out for her and gently guide her head up until my eyes meet hers.
I'm met with a tear-streaked face and blue eyes, rid of their previous depth.
"Make it stop," she says silently, "it hurts so much," and with that, she's crying even more fervently now. Not giving it much thought, I sit next to her on the floor, in an empty hallway she ran to, and gently lay her down on my lap, stroking her hair. I'm not sure what it is I did that made her stop crying, but I'm glad I did.
From the moment I watched her breathing pattern change to the way she walked out of the cafeteria, I knew something was wrong. I found myself following after her. I walked for nearly five minutes before finding her in the deserted hallway, before finding her sitting on the floor, cornered and alone.
Not long before, I hear her mumble something, "Why did you come for me?".
I stroked her hair some more before replying, "I could tell from the way you walked out that something was wrong". She stiffens slightly at the end of my sentence. "If you don't wanna talk about it, I won't force you". I say that, knowing this might be a sensitive topic for her.
"Thank you," her voice was almost a whisper.
Quiet sniffles are the only thing I hear after that.