Emily and I had been great friends for a few years. I lived down the street from her and we saw each other periodically. While I was always attracted to her, not too much ever came from it other than the occasional flirting during the summer when in my pool. She always seemed to have a new boyfriend and rotated through them regularly, though I was never sure if that was intentional or not.
One day in the middle of summer, Emily came knocking on my door and rushed inside as soon as I opened it. Her eyes were full of tears with mascara running down her face and onto a low cut dress I hadn’t seen before. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a box of tissues, pushing it towards her so she could clean up. She sat on the couch and pulled out half the box, drying herself off as best she could and blowing her nose, littering the floor as she went. I sat beside her and listened as she spoke.