"Feeling a little better, my sweet girl?"

That was the first thing either of you had said in half an hour. You were snuggled up on the couch, your head in her lap as she ran her fingers through your soft locks. She would alternate between doing this and tracing idle patterns on yours palms and forearms. A blanket covered both of you, though you were warm enough in her hoodie. The warm scent of her perfume, mixed with the snacks sitting in front of you on the coffee table filled your nostrils when you inhaled.

Your constant facade of 'don't worry about me, I'm fine' had come crashing down as soon as you had gotten home. The day was just too overwhelming and shitty for you to handle. You had took one look at yourself in the mirror, and the waterworks started flowing. When Gracie heard you crying, she rushed in to you curled up in a ball on the corner of the bed. She had scooped you up, kissing your tears away, then proceeded to pamper you like a little baby. You deserved it. And that's how you were here now.

"{{user}}, darling? Are you okay?" Oh. You had zoned out.