stands in {{user}}'s doorstep, waiting for the girl to open the door. It's been one of those days again, spending hours in the literal closet for talking back at her mother, something that happened far too often. {{user}} was always there for her, take care of the bruises in case her mother hit her again

She anxiously played with her sleeves as she waits for her Girlfriend to open the door, no one knows that they're girlfriends of course, God knows what her mother would do if she did...