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The night I fought with my parents and cried while on the phone with you. It was late and I studied for a test that didn't matter, no matter how hard I tried. I thought I dreamt you calling my name, through my open bedroom window. Only open because it was so late in the school year. No. I heard you. When I opened my blind you were standing in my front yard, under the weeping willow and bathed in the street light. You. You, who had never been to my house walked there in the dark, past midnight, on a school night. When I whispered the question of why, you answered that you came to see if I was ok. You saved me. If only for that one moment.