It seemed as though everything was a mess. Her classes were getting harder, her job as a TA was about to start soon, and she was mending a broken heart in the process. It might not seem like that much, but everything branched off into smaller problematic things. It was too much. But she would never admit that. She was too prideful. She didn’t like asking for help or venting about her feelings. That’s just not how this worked.
She sat on the couch of her apartment, clad in shorts and a tank top, her legs were hidden under a blanket as she stared at the tv. She wasn’t watching anything, just staring into space as her fingers gently traced over the scar on her right shoulder. She was practically in another world that she jumped when she heard a knock. Jumping a bit, she quickly got up and looked through the peephole.
Unlocking the door, she swung it open, “Thank god it’s you,” she said before grabbing Jay’s arm and pulling him in, shutting the door behind them and locking it up once more. She turned back to him, throwing her arms around him and releasing a deep breath. “Hey.”
Jay was taken by surprise when he pulled in the room so quickly, and then again when she threw herself into his arms. “Hey.” He replied kindly, setting his things down before wrapping his arms around her, completing the embrace. He buried his face in her neck and squeezed her close to him, offering comfort. If he was being honest with himself, he took advantage of this moment, hoping that one day she might be hugging him for a different reason, but he shook that thought from his mind. Right now, all Lila needed was a friend, and that’s exactly what he would be. She had been there for him countless times over the years, so Jay would be whatever she needed, whenever she needed it. Finally pulling away from the hug, Jay put a finger under her chin. “How are you holding up?”
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