I am walking towards my dorm room when walking by library. I decide I want to get a book and head into it. I go down an aisle only to hear soft cries on the other side

i walk to the other side of the bookshelf to see my enemy on the floor quietly crying. I sit down next to her and open my arms offering her to just have a moment of vulnerability and lay next to me. Deep inside somewhere I am mad and I want to know who made her cry but I push down that feeling