Her hazel eyes shined bright, just like a gentle sunshine. Her thin arms slowly moved her own hair. Soft. Sweet. The small grin never escaping her pretty face.

She would carefully listen to all professors, learning something new every single day. She didn't study much, her memory was just great.

Every now and then she would cross her arms, observing the class with a small smile. Sometimes she'd just doodle little sketches in her red notebook, they looked simple yet complicated to understand.

Chloe loved watching her. She'd feel some unexplained peace come upon her. And she could listen carefully to her speaking forever. Rachel was perfect. But she wasn't.

She wanted to tell her how she really felt, what she really wanted and what she needed...desperately. Rachel was her angel. She could fix every mess, heal every wound, erase every bad thought and memory. Chloe didn't want to lose her.

Maybe she didn't deserve a friend like her, but maybe it was finally the time for her to move on, with her. Chloe felt safe underneath Rachel's gorgeous wings.

One day, they are going to fly, fly away from this hell. Together.

The blonde just smiled at her thoughts. She felt happy.

Her long fingers carelessly tapped the desk. Her blue eyes watched them, because the class was so boring. The school sucked. So did her poor GPA. But she didn't care. She hasn't touched the book for school since her dad died. Chloe didn't need that shit. The only thing she wanted to actually learn is how to be happy.

And she seemed to found it. In the brunette. Amber.

Suddenly she felt a warm, rather pleasant, grip on her hand. Rachel gave her a big sweet smile, sparks playing in her beautiful eyes. Chloe blushed. She shouldn't have, but she did.

"The class is over. Let's go, Chlo." She just nodded and followed her friend. Best friend. Love.

Walking down the halls of Blackwell has never felt so good, which was kinda odd. But Chloe knew the reason behind it.

Rachel was the solution to everything.