There was so much she wanted to tell Ryan, and like that, he was gone, again. She looked at the flower he left resting across her knees and just put it back in the vase. He may have been honest with her, but it hurt.

She wanted to yell at him for being no better than the others in her life. That he never asked her to hang out, and she always had to call him. That he made her feel like more of a problem or child then a friend. Something he pitied, rather than cared for. That while his advice was good, it did not stop it from feeling so hurtful and cold.

"I'm doin' what I do, because I don' wanna be alone anymore. I want friends an' for people to like me. An' I don' know 'ow to do dat." She whispered to herself, before hugging her knees to her chest. The smile was gone, and for the first time since she had come to the Pier, she cried.