[There it was again. The comforting warmth that she'd been wanting to experience for so long. It felt so nice, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

Part of her really did want to come clean. To just talk about all the things she'd done. But would they still be around afterward? Would you they still be her friend?

She was so afraid.]

I'm really happy that you're here. You and the friends I've made.

It makes me want to be here, too.

I haven't always felt that way.