It wasn't hard to see that something was very wrong when she sat down at her table. She had puffy red eyes and her cheeks were flushed. But her mouth were smiling, shiny healthy lips smiling a little smile to the world. But anyone could see it was only an act. Her eyes were sad as the looked around the room, bright and big, with something looking a little scared in the gleam from her latest tears.
The thing that were hard would be to convince her to tell them what was wrong, let alone get her to actually admit that she wasn't okay. She wasn't used to people caring about her, asking questions, being genuinely concerned. And when she finally had those people she pushed them away. She wasn't used to handling people caring about her so instead of learning it, she simply pushed people away to avoid it. She dried her eyes and everything seemed okay again, even though it wasn't. But it would never be okay, because she would never allow anyone to help her be okay.