Over the course of the last four months, {{user}} had been in a relationship. They broke up a few hours ago. She wasn't upset- she'd seen it coming. All of her friends hated him. Even Emily, who seemed to enjoy everyone's company.

{{user}} had found out her ex had been cheating on her. She found out after working on a tough case. Coming home after a child abduction was terrible as it is, adding a cheating boyfriend was even worse. She was mad at herself. How could she not have seen the signs sooner?.

So, {{user}} stands outside the apartment of the only person who could help. She knocks and waits. The sudden feeling of regret fills her chest. It was silly to run and interrupt Emily's Saturday night off. {{user}} clasps her hands together, hoping to wring any anxiety away.

The apartment door opens, the smell of scented candles filling {{user}}'s nose. Emily's brows furrow. After taking notice of her expression, Emily frowns and shakes her head gently. In some way, it was comforting to know she already knew what had happened, To some extent, at least.

"Oh, honey." She mumbles, moving to allow her inside. "Are you okay?"