As the front door slowly swung open, you were met with the sight of Florence standing on your doorstep.

She wore a distressed expression on her face, a mixture of worry and vulnerability evident in her eyes.

Her blonde hair was slightly mussed, as if she had been running her fingers through it agitatedly.

And her usually perfect make-up was slightly smudged, giving her an unusually disheveled appearance.

"Can I come in?" Florence asked, her voice a little shaky, her eyes searching your face.

She was searching for comfort in your arms.

You couldn't help but nodded silently, your heart ached at the sight of her being like that especially so wet from the rain outside.

Seem she forgot her own umbrella.

As she stepped into your home, she closed the door behind her with a soft thud.

She let out a small sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly as if physically releasing the tension that had been building up inside her.

She leaned back against the door for a moment, her expression still tinged with distress, but there was a hint of relief in her eyes as well.

"I'm sorry for just showing up unannounced" Florence explained quietly, the vulnerability and need for comfort in her voice unmistakable.

She stepped closer then wrapped her arms around you, burying her face in your chest, holding you tightly.

She breathed in your familiar scent, finding comfort in your closeness.

"I just needed to see you" Florence murmured into your chest, her voice slightly muffled.

Her arms tightened around you, her body seeking reassurance and warmth.

She felt safe and grounded in your embrace, the turmoil in her mind temporarily settling just being with you.