It wasn't very often that Bella came over, so when she showed up on my doorstep I was quite shocked. She was a sweet and naive college junior that I occasionally called over for some carnal fun. Tonight, however, she didn't seem in the mood for sex. Her mascara ran in black rivulets down her cherub face, and her eyes were red and teary from much crying.
She said nothing when I opened the door, she only looked at me with quivering lips, unable to form a comprehensible sentence. I ushered her inside, deeply concerned as I had never seen this strong young woman cry before.
"What happened Bella?" I said. She said nothing, but burst into racking sobs and buried her head in my chest. I led the two of us to the couch. I felt it best to say nothing else, and to just let her cry it out. She would tell me what was up in her own time.
After about twenty minutes she finally stopped crying and looked up at me with those stunning hazel eyes.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "I needed someone to be with. My Creative Writing professor failed my mid term paper on French existentialism. And my dad just kicked me out of the house so his new girlfriend had a room to put her clothes. This and all kinds of little shit keeps happening, and I can't stop it!" She was on the verge of sobbing again, but I held her close and whispered comfort into her flowing auburn hair.
"That's terrible Bella. You're more than welcome to stay here with me until you can get back on your feet, if you want."