She was crying for an hour. Maybe hormone, some assholes or depression. Didn’t matter. It was Christmas Eve and everyone was in the happiest mood. She was ready to confess her emotional disaster, however her thoughtfulness stopped her ruining the world’s holy peace.
She has a good friend who told her to say anything she wants, at any time. Maybe this is the perfect time for both of them to use the chance.
That could have been her last cry for help. She never wanted to let her family know her crisis. She knows very well that too much knowing doesn’t help always.
She wanted to feel connected for the last time. She started to text, then realized that the second floor she’s staying in has no WiFi.
She didn’t want to wake her family up by having a call downstairs.