Tv Show: Skins

Pairing: Naomi/Emily

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Notes: Set after episode 2.

I heard her. I heard her overnight. Crying. I wasn't allowed to comfort her. I wasn't allowed to touch her so I just lay there.

She'd lie completely silent, completely still until she thought I had fallen asleep. Then she'd sob for hours. The next morning her eyes would be puffy and bloodshot. She never tried to hide them. I never questioned her.

I'd make her breakfast but she'd never touch it. She usually just stared at it, her red hair falling across her face hiding her eyes. Sometimes she cried.

She'd go in for a shower and take absolutely ages. I don't know what she'd be doing in there.

Most times she went in, I ended up dying for a pee but I'd never knock the door and ask her to hurry up, I'd just hold it and hold it until she finally came out.

Emily hardly looked at me. She never said a word to me. Every night she went out, came back in around midnight. She never told me when she was going out, I'd only know when I heard the front door slam shut.

God knows where she went but she always came in at midnight.

I'd say hello to Emily when she came back. She didn't even notice we were in the same room.

We'd get into bed. Me nearly falling off one side, her nearly falling off the other.

Then the whole thing would start again. I didn't know what to do.

I've written her 13 letters. Never gave her one, but I'm going to.

I got them from the back of my drawer and sat and waited until she got out of the shower.

Emily came into our room, a towel wrapped tightly around her, her red hair almost black due to the water on it.

For the first time in a long time she stared at me. I got to my feet and stood in front of her.

"I'll do anything, Emily. Please...just...I swear I'll do anything." I whispered trying so hard not to cry but I felt the teas roll down my cheeks.

I handed her the small pile of letters and walked away.

A few hours later she emerged from the room into the front room where I was sitting silently watching some program about ghosts.

She'd been crying, I knew.

Her towel had been replaced by her shorts and a t-shirt.

"Anything?" She whispered, her voice cracking.

"Anything." I nodded and for the first time in a long time I actually felt myself smile.