Sarah looked up at him. He looked nothing like Copper so she might be able to be friends with him. Instead of cruly, brown hair, his was straight and more blond. He was shorter as well.<br/>"Copper sent you a letter?" She asked, not believing it. "He couldn't." She looked at the letter in her hand. She saw Zach stand up and blinked at the movements. She pushed off the tree and opened the letter.<br/>As she read the letter, written in Copper's handwriting, she started to cry, but it was more a soft cry. The kind that you cry when you don't want anyone to know your crying. She finshed the letter, placed it pack in the envelope and stuck it in her back pocket. She looked at Zach and meet his steel blue eyes with her own ice-gray ones.<br/>"How can you help me?" She gingerly touched her forearm and winced when it still hurt. "I fell off my bike the other day. I'm not a cutter. I did that once but never again." She held out her left arm with her wrist bent and a pale pink scar was barely visible. "And i know. I can see it in you face and the way your not really comfortable with me right now." She sucked in a breath and let it out. "I'm not crazy. I just...can't let go of him."