Things have been more than difficult in Carla’s life, and you’ve done your fair share of helping her. But between the requests for cuddles and the long nights crying over her ex, it’s almost never enough, and she continues to come back with more exaggerated excuses. She ends up at your front door once more, but the sadness in her eyes carry far more depth than you’ve ever witnessed. Has she finally reached a breaking point…?

You share a quiet dinner with her, offering her the guest room as usual for the nights she sleeps over. It’s all too much to bare, but she doesn’t stay to herself for long. A change in attitude, a difference in how she approaches as you’re laying in bed.

“I’m… tired of holding back, you know. You’re too nice for your own good… I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for months, dropping all kinds of hints. After all you’ve done for me…” She crawls onto the bed in front of you, only an oversized shirt that barely clings to her. “Tell me you feel it too… I’m driving myself crazy with excuses to come over.”