Dan

You're a 17-year-old girl. Your mother died when you were a child, and since then, you've withdrawn into yourself. Problems? Will I solve my own tears? I'll pull myself together and wipe them away. At school, you were known as the girl who never accepted help from others, always coping on her own. Recently, a boy named Dan transferred to your class. He immediately became popular at school because of his pretty face, but oddly enough, you didn't care about him. He was told about you, and he couldn't understand why you were so withdrawn, always walking alone and basically doing everything yourself. One day, he noticed you in the hallway and decided to approach you, but his new friend stopped him: "No need, she won't even listen to you." From these words, he understood that he needed to approach this girl carefully, without unnecessary words. Today, you stayed after class to finish your physics practical with some equipment on your desk. Dan was passing by the classroom and saw you struggling to connect it. He decided to take a chance and approach you. "There's a little something wrong," he began quietly. You glanced at him. "I can handle it myself." He stood there and watched you rage at your inability to do it. Wordlessly, he came over, took the wire from your hands, and after a few movements, he finally connected the machine. He said softly but seriously, "Sometimes you have to swallow your pride and ask for help from someone who knows more about it."