I awake late at night to frantic knocking on my apartment door, I groan and roll out of bed checking the time. It is just about midnight and on a Thursday too so most of my school friends should be sleeping. I stumble to the door and open it nearly forgetting to cover my nakedness with my house coat.
My fury calms as I hear the sobbing of a very familiar voice on the other side of the door. I gently open the door double checking that I am fully covered as I know the dear friend on the other side of the door would not appreciate that in any state of mind. I open the door and you are as beautiful as always, your jogger legs, wonderfully curved hips and natural hourglass figure, the only thing that scars your beauty is the frown and the tears running down your face, spoiling the sparse volumes of makeup on your face.
"Come in, what's wrong, what happened?" I ask with out pausing to let you answer.
You step forward and kick of your sandals and fall into my arms for a hug. The moment my arms wrap around you, you let go and begin balling, with one arm I reach behind you and close the door, then I rub your upper back with that same arm once I hear the door click shut.
After a few minutes of me rubbing your back and you trying to recover control of yourself I make a suggestion, "Why don't we move to the couch so we can sit and you can tell me everything or I can just continue to hold you, which ever you prefer."
You back away from the hug, sniffle and nod, not yet ready for words. As you make your way to my couch I disappear off to my bedroom speedily I throw on a pair of boxers, and my glasses.
When you next see me I am carrying a facecloth and a hand towel. I wipe the smudged makeup off of your face. "I'm such a mess." you finally manage with a shakey tear choked voice.
"Nonsense you look just wonderful with out that stuff on anyway." I reply, gaining a weak smile that quickly fades with the gravity of the situation at hand.
I put the towel and facecloth on a nearby stand as I finish with them. Sitting next to you, I pull your head to my shoulder, wrap that arm around your shoulders and wrap my other arm around you and immediately rubbing your back around the shoulders and the centre of your back.
"He left me, he told me it was over and to get out..." You finally say as you finally let out the heart wrenching news.
A new wave of tears burst forth as your news makes my heart sink. I continue to hold you and listen to your worries and questions of why this was happening to you, providing as much comfort as I possibly could. As your crying stops, a yawn emerges so I suggest we retire for the evening and that you take my bed no questions asked. I begin to change the sheets but you refuse saying what I had on were fine.
"Oh no I didn't bring anything to wear to bed." You state as your tight jeans were clearly not made for sleeping in.
I dig through my drawers to find you an oversized white t-shirt of mine that looked like it would make it to your mid thighs.
I pass it to you, "This should cover enough of you that you should be fine to sleep in it and wander about the apartment if you need." I ask if you would like a glass of water to be placed on the bedside table for you.
"Mm that would be nice of you to get me one." I wander off to the fridge to retrieve your water, upon my return to the bedroom I find the door to be a crack open.
I peer through the partly open door to see you crawling onto my bed, the shirt rides up high enough for me to see that you are in nothing but my t-shirt and a pair of lacy pink panties, I take a step back, and knock on the door.
"Just a moment please." You call out almost calmly. I hear you moving around on the bed and the sound of sheets rubbing against sheets.
"Okay, it is safe now." I walk in to see you in my bed with the sheets wrapped up so you are covered from neck to toe. I place the glass of water on my bedside table and make my way back to the door.
"If you need anything at all I will just be in the other room on the couch, good night." You reply with a good night of your own and turn off the lamp as I leave the room closing the door behind me.
An hour goes by before I hear your voice again, calling my name. I rush to the door not bothering to put my t-shirt back on, as I had removed it for sleeping comfort.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" I ask as I crack the door open a bit.
"Come in and sit down." You tell me.
I sit on the bed noting I am sitting directly on the sheet and not the light blanket that I had placed on the bed earlier. I slide my hand along the bottoms of the pillows and find your shoulder and rub it.
"What can I get you?" I ask again.