Courage, like a lion. Style, like a model. Valiant, like a soldier. Fear- just like any other person. But this friend of mine was strong. Stronger than she thought and not knowing it.

She cries.

She's scared. But we're all there for her and she knows it.

She'd wipe her eyes, toughen up, and pretend as if nothing was wrong.

Tightly clinging onto her phone with her hand, Bobbi reaches over and hugs her then pats her on the back gently.

She folds her arms, lying them on the school's lunch table.

She burries her face.

She has no clue what to do.

I may or may not know what she's thinking. But what I do know is that she's hurt. Bad. Real bad.

I struggle to know what to do. It seems what I might attempt to do might hurt her even more.

I want to say something, but I don't.

Should I try?

This is my friend Tiffany.