It happened. It happened. I'm so happy. I'm so, so happy. I got to see her. Talk to her. Touch her. I was her guardian angel for the night. I still can't believe it. I can still feel it all. I can see her so clearly. I keep hearing her say my name. She says it so softly. She knows. She must know. She wouldn't say it like that otherwise. All of this, all of this must be a sign. I wouldn't find her in a position that requires me to help her if it wasn't the case. No, it all arranged itself perfectly. She needed me and I was there for her. She needs me. She knows it. All I need to do now is for her to realize that I know too. I need her to know that I'm here for her and she doesn't need to pretend to be someone she's not in front of me, I need her to know that I've seen through her disguise, I need her to know that she's safe as long as I'm around. I need her to know that I can make her feel understood unlike any other person here. I understand her. I always knew there's something more in her than what she shows to the world. I'll find out where her sadness lies and we'll try our best to make it hurt less. We can do this together. We can do this together. I know we can. We just need some time. She probably thinks I'm kind to her for some weird reasons but I'm kind to her because I want to be and because I know she doesn't experience a lot of kindness in general. Someone has to give it to her. Someone has to make her believe in good things. It will be me. It has to be me. Things wouldn't align so well otherwise.

It'll be okay. It'll all be okay, Tiffany. I'll take care of you. It will all be okay.