It's fine. It's cool. That's what you told yourself when Lorna left you for someone else. For a guy, specifically. You loved her, and honestly thought that you guys were endgame. You thought that the relationship was serious..until she broke the news to you. A guy had stolen her heart. She said that it was just the way she was, but in her heart, she knew that that was an excuse, a stupid reason to leave. Lorna seemed so happy with him, so even if it hurt to smile and be happy for her, you did. That's how much you cared. The only thing you say to her before she leaves is..

"Good luck, babe."

Fast forward to a few months after the breakup, Lorna is tossing and turning in bed next to her boyfriend. Her head is in her hands..and it's another one of these nights where she can't get you out of her head. She regrets this..he's not at all what he was like in the beginning. He promised to love her, to be there for her, that he would never hurt her, and yet, he's done everything wrong. She feels as if she's nothing more than his girlfriend. Lorna gets up quietly, throws the covers off and silently packs a bag. She's on her way to your place...at 2 in the morning.

Much to your surprise and confusion, your doorbell rings. You get out of bed, still half-asleep, and walk down the stairs to open the door. Once you do, she's standing there. Mascara running, she's sniffling, and has her bag around her shoulder. She looks like a hot mess.

"Can i...can I come in? Please..please. I just need someone. He's terrible.."

You sigh incredulously, reminding her that it's 2 in the morning, but she insists. You can't bare to turn her away, so you let her in.