Nicole's pov:
I close my eyes and slide down the alley wall. Tears threaten to spill down my face. I feel so hungry. I kind of feel as if I could faint. I open my backpack and search for my diary among the contents. I don't find it. I start to get nervous. What if someone read it?! Bu that wasn't a real question. I already knew that if anyone ever read that dairy, it's to the orphanage with me. No second thoughts. Bang! Click! New life.
I know that I must not let that happen. But I also can't help the panic that comes up from my alley is suddenly covered in puke. I grab my backpack, sling it over my shoulder and run.
Jin's pov:
I glance out the window. I saw a slim figure running past my house. I recognize it as female. The figure just keeps on running. I look away for a moment and the figure is gone. I hear a knock at the door. I run down the stairs and open the door. Nicole is staring at me, she's shivering from the cold. I grab her arm and pull her inside the house.
"What were you doing out there?" I demanded, I haven't loosened my grip o her, but she still shivers from the cold.
"I was coming to your house. Isn't it obvious?" she stared at me with those big, pleading eyes.
I let go of her. "Apparently not. But why come here? Why not go to marche's house? Sho's? Leon's?"
She rolls her eyes at me. "Obviously not. I came to you. Now, are you gonna question me all night, or can I stay here, in peace?"
I find that I am surprised. I already knew that she had no place to go, but seriously, why did she come to me?
"Yeah, yeah. Guest room's over there," I say, pointing to a blue door.
She grins at me and disappears into the room. I run upstairs. I hide her diary. I am convinced that it's the key to saving her life, but then, she also needs another diary to write in. I glance at the blue bag sitting on my bed. I had been on giving it to her tomorrow, but now, I decide, is the right time to give it to her.
I grab the bag and run downstairs. I knock on the guest room's door. I don't go in until I hear her give me permission. I gently push the door open. Nicole's sitting on the bed when I enter. I hold the bag out to her. She gets up and takes it calmly from my hand. But there's another thing that's different.
"Niks, you okay? You seem a little off."
Her face flushes. "Nah, I'm okay. Just a little tired, that's all."
She takes the gift from the bag in the same fashion as she had from my hand. I watch as she slides her hand through the empty pages of the pink diary she's now holding.
I take notice that there are small tears making their way down her face. I swoop her into my arms and hold her while she cries. She is still shivering, but her tears have stopped falling.
"Yeah," I say. "This is what being "okay" looks like. You crying into my shoulder, that's the perfect picture."
She raps my arm playfully with her knuckles and she's laughing as she says, "Shut up. I'm just happy, that's all."