Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-33426474-20171205010343/@comment-33773064-20171205030114

I was completely taken off guard. I walk over to her to try to comfort her. I begin to give her a hug, but she pulls me into a crushing hug. She cries more onto my shoulder. I tried to say something, but I decided to conserve my breath.

After a few minutes. She dropped me, and wiped away her final tears.

"I'm leaving," she says, "I-I can not be with you. You don't deserve a f-f-failure."

I walk over to her. This time she lets me hug her, but it was now a little difficult to feel like I was comforting her, since we were both standing, and she was at least a foot taller then me.

"I don't give a shit if you can produce milk or not, your my friend."

She looks down at me.

"R-really?"

"Of course."

She once again pulls me into a crushing hug, her tears returning.

"Don't leave me, please! Please!" she begs.

"Yes, yes," I say, trying to get air.

She puts me back onto the sofa.

"You look tired, did you have a long day?"

"Yeah, just had to deal with some asshole on the phone after you left."

"Well," she says as she pushes me down, "Just relax then."

"Wait I-"

"Shhh, it will let me get my anger out."

With that remark, I prepare myself for a long night, as there was no resisting once she climbed on top of me.