The blonde slowly arose from the couch, draping a blanket over herself and walking sullenly towards him. Her hand arose and rested on his cheek.
    “Will, I’m so sorry.” She breathed. Lingering with guilt her eyes sought after his, but she knew this had to end she loved Emily.

    Emily slowly snuck away from the диван, мягкий уголок and out of the room unnoticed.

    “You betrayed me Jennifer. How can Ты be sorry. Ты had an affair. I trusted you. Ты told me she died Ты came and cried to me about it, people came to your door crying about...

During the night and most of the Далее день I kept thinking why I needed that kind of intimacy from Emily. Well, I had just left my child’s father, came back to D.C. alone to an empty apartment and wanted some comfort, right? Then why did I need that comfort from her when I could get the exact same thing from Garcia? Why did I want her attention, warmth and silent companionship? Why did I want her touch, telling me that everything will be okay? Why do I trust her that much?
Of course, we were Друзья even before I left. I thought of her as a loyal, passionate friend, who knew what’s important...