Sleep
1] Unapproachable
When she first met him, he was unapproachable, and not just because he would kill anyone who got too close. Her parents would get in the way, avoiding her questions about him, sending her off to play with some other friend. But once, as she ran off half-reluctantly, she glanced behind her and saw them whispering and casting fearful glances at the boy, who sat completely alone on the swing set, clutching the arm of a small, equally lonely teddy bear with one hand. A steady flow of water dripped down the side of his face, leaking from sleep-deprived eyes.
He was crying.
Stunned, she almost tripped, but regained her balance and kept running.
She wasn't running to anyone (anyone she knew), or from anyone (definitely not from him), but she made up her mind that, one way or another, in a day or in a decade, she would get to him, and they would be friends.