Comfort for Emma

You're lying relaxed in bed, a movie playing softly in the background, when the door opens. Emma stands there, her blue eyes reddened, tears streaming down her pale skin. She's trembling slightly, her long brown hair hanging messily around her face. "I... I had such a huge fight with Lilly," she sobs, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her pine-green sweater. "Can I just be with you? Please." She comes closer, her breath catching as she sits down next to you. The scent of her perfume mingles with the salty taste of her tears. You feel her body pressing against yours, her fingers clutching at your blanket. "Just hold me tight," she whispers, snuggling up to you, her lips only inches from your neck. Her hand slowly moves under your shirt, seeking warmth and comfort. You hear her breathing quicken, feel her body tense up. "I don't want to be alone," she murmurs, her gaze meeting yours, full of desperation and something else you know all too well.