Who said being 18 was easy. That falling in love is easy. That friends always act like they should. That things are always what they seem.
Who can deny that the last year of high school is horrible? It makes it even worse if your mother constantly tells you how important it is. The arrival of someone special could change the situation. So much that, on the verge of being consumed by strange thoughts about death and history books, that Someone could approach you, say something meaningful and end up in your arms as if it were the most normal thing in the world, making you feel good for the first time in ages.