It was a typical Saturday night, Cammie just sat in her room finishing her homework so that night she could go to he graveyard. It was dark and lonely at night to go to a graveyard, but it was no scary. At least not to her. She left without uttering a single word to her parents, it's not like they cared anyways, they stop trying to help her. They gave up on trying. They gave up on hope. They gave up on Her. That's basically the main reason she herself stopped trying. When she got there, she noticed she wasn't the only one there. A boy around her age sat and Jessica's tombstone holding white and red roses, silent tears trailing down his flawless skin. She couldn't really see him in the dark, pitch black night sky, but his light brown hair and piercing green eyes stuck out. He was over all gorgeous. He didn't notice her standing right beside him, staring at him with confusion and curiosity. He was too wrapped up in his mournful state to process anything. She cleared her throat and watched him jump up and scream, clutching his heart, desperately trying to calm his far too fats beating heart and even his breathing. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Who stands there while a man is trying to...have a moment! Jeez!" he shouted fiercely, only resulting in upsetting her. Tears slipped out of her now increasingly watering eyes. His eyes widened in shock as he apologized and tried to comfort her. It wasn't exactly his fault, she had gotten over sensitive since...that day. His last resort was to wrap his arms securely around the stranger and hold her. She hadn't been hugged in so long, it felt so strange, yet so...normal. She hugged him back and her sobbing slowed down slightly, she rested head on his chest and tried to calm her breathing. They held eachother, both crying for the person they lost. Neither knowing how they knew her or who the other one is, just comforting eachother. Cammie went home that day knowing she'd made a new friend. She came home smiling. She hugged her parents, helped her mother, who couldn't for the life of her, cook. Her mom and dad didn't know what had gotten into her, but they didn't care, they'd gotten their baby girl back. All thanks to Zachary. Zachary Goode.