Eryn nervously picked at the thick calluses on her hands. A worried yet almost pleading smile appeared on her dark little face.
She spoke timidly, "Nina, I'll study hard, I promise. I had good grades before. I only dropped out because my mother was in an accident and I had no choice but to support the family. Please, give me this chance. I won't let you down!"
Her young face was etched with fatigue and pain that were unsuited to her age.
Looking at those sincere eyes, I suddenly recalled the image of Aiden sitting helpless and confused in the stairwell when he was eight years old.
Once again, my heart softened.
For a long time after that, I treated Eryn like a younger sister.
I bought her clothes, taught her about skincare and shared wisdom on how to navigate relationships.
She kept calling my name, saying I was the kindest person in the world to her. She even promised that she would repay my kindness if she ever had the chance.
Well, that girl didn't disappoint my expectations—she made it into the university where Aiden and I worked.
The same night she received her acceptance letter, she climbed into Aiden's bed.