Besides her own problems, it seemed like Gray had his own set of struggles to deal with. Sure, the two were struggling with different things, but they both had their downfalls and their hardships. Gray’s just happened to be the pressure that was put on him by his parents and his inability to be seen by may people for more than his money. Monica had never realized how much money he really had until she visited his house one day. He had almost seemed embarrassed by the grandeur of it, but she had been wowed. 

“Poor little nerd,” Monica ruffled his hair once moe once he helped her up.The woman couldn’t help but reminisce back to a time when [i]she[/i] could’ve dated him She willing took his hand; the sensation of skin on skin had been one she hadn’t felt for a long while, and it was wonderful to have someone kind and not someone who was just there to pity her helping her. Throughout their friendship Gray had always supported her. At the beginning, she would push him away and ‘do it herself’, but as time passed she came to the realization that she wasn’t better off on her own. Her time in the army had come to help her support this conclusion. 

Monica followed him out to Lucky, the old beat up car that no one dared to even attempt to steal or break into. It was so ugly, who would want to drive it anyway? Besides quirky Gray. Monica fumbled with the radio once the car started before settling on a station. When there was a break in the music, even the weatherman’s voice or the various car dealership advertisements sounded peaceful and refreshing to Monica. The whole drive was wonderful, the open, old road up to the lake trails and the gentle orange glow cast on it by the setting sun was a sight to see. The moon was almost full, and was almost fully emerged over the horizon when the two reached the lake. Appropriately called “Star Lake”, the beautiful body of water reflected the many stars that twinkled in the deep blue velvety mass of sky above. 

“Oh, Gray,” Monica breathed out a sigh as she eased herself down on the bank, “It’s lovely, isn’t it?” It had been a long time since she’d seen a sight so wonderful. She turned to smile at her best friend, “Since I never got to tell you in high school, I’ll tell you now. I was,” she paused, “I am so grateful to you, for being there for me,” she smiled once more before turning out to watch the soft waves once more.