She used to sit for hours watching it. The rain. When everyone else her age was out with friends, she'd sit alone in her room. Her head lazily pressed against the cold glass of the window, taking in the storm outside. Because she was comfortable. Being alone.

Wrapping her arms loosly around her legs she took up the familiar position she used to spend days on end wrapped up in. Pulling her legs close to her chest, allowing her chin to nestle against her knees, her stare vacant.

Most people would complain, because in reality the weather was shitty, wasn't it. But not Naomi. She'd sit at the window, watching the raindrops trickle aimlessly from the top to the bottom. Childishly betting on which one would sucessfully reach the bottom first. But in the end, without a doubt on it's sluggish journey down the window it always connected to another, finnishing the race not as one but dependant on another. That's when it hit her, did the little droplet actually want to connect to another? need it on order to finnish the race? probably.

She'd started her journey alone, as one. But somewhere along the line she'd connected to Emily, needed her in order to finnish what she had started. She wondered now, if she hadn't connected to Emily, and they'd both continued working their way along seperate. Would things be different?

But maybe it's okay to need someone, something. To cling onto to help us somewhere down the line. Maybe it's okay to open up and show someone you need them.

Naomi reckoned that maybe that was just her, that maybe she looked into things too much. Details. But it's better like that isn't it? If people on-looked the world in black and white there wouldn't be anything exciting to look for. Emily blinded Naomi with red. She spend so much time studying her, details, things she could bet her life on that noone else would have noticed about her that she tried to find something equivelet to that beauty, to her. So far she'd still found nothing.

"Tea?" Naomi glanced over to the kitchen door, spotting Emily leaning casually against the door frame freshly dressed in one of Naomi's old band shirts, her hair tossled and wet.

Naomi nodded numbly. Watching her disapear again. She returned her attention to the window sliding her hand through her damp messy hair. Glancing down at the dress she was still wearing. It was soaked through to her skin. Exhaling a shaky breath she glanced towards the kitchen door.

There was nothing but silence. The occasional clatter coming from Emily making them tea, and the continuous raindrops thudding against the windows. Apart form that, nothing. Slowly slipping off her heels she quietly padded into her bedroom. Stripping off to her underwear, grabbing out a fresh t-shirt to cover her body. Tugging it over her head she ruffled out hair hair again slowly making her way back into the lounge, spotting Emily perched on the sofa sipping at her tea.

"You can take my room tonight, i'll sleep on the sofa" Naomi breathed softly, flopping down onto the opposite end of the sofa, reaching forward taking her cup, offering Emily a small smile as a thank you.

"No, it's okay i really don't mind taking the so-" Emily started, interuped by Naomi shaking her head quickly. Settling down her cup.
"No, im on the sofa.. your a guest" Naomi nodded forcefully. Taking another sip of her tea before setting it on the table infront of her, pulling her legs up under her bum, shrugging off her need to shiver.

"Thankyou" Emily smiled, stiffling a yawn. Leaning back a little more into the sofa, tilting her head to the side to take in Naomi's form. She really never had seen anything as beautiful. She let her eyes wander down from her abundence of messy blonde, damp locks. To the perfect form of her face protrait. Continuing down the slope of her long slender neck, her exposed bare shoulder from the ripped collar of her shirt. She let her eager eyes trail all the way down the length of her slender frame, smirking slightly at the exposure of her long legs. Blinking hard remembering how only a short period of time ago she used to be able to claim them as her own, how they used to wrap perfectly around her waist, or gently nudge their way between her own when Naomi was sleep.

They finally settled on something unfamiliar. The long jagged scar trailing from Naomi's right wrist til halfway up her forearm makes Emily slump further down into her chair. Not Naomi. Gulping hard she inhaled a shaky breath, holding it in the back of her throat eyeing Naomi's other wrist which is marked the same, with the occasional scatter of horizontal lines mapping her left arm aswell. It couldn't be. But it was.

Letting her lips part, Naomi allowed an eager yawn escape them, her eyes falling heavy all of a sudden. Then again with the lack of MDMA fresh in her system keeping her awake like it usually did, it was expected. Reaching forward she grabbed her cup taking another few sips of it pushing to her feet turning her attention to Emily. Who quite frankly looked like she'd just seen a ghost "are you done?" she spoke softly, nodding towards her cup.

Emily quickly nodded, exhaling the breath she was holding, her eyes landing on the inside of Naomi's thighs. Her lips parting at the sight. The mass of thin white lines flawed her perfect skin. Scars of pain, of horror, of Emily.

Naomi noticed her staring, her hand quickly flying down to the bottom of her shirt, tugging it down further to hide them. Her breathing hitching in her throat a little. Shit. She wasn't supposed to see them. No one was supposed to see them. They were hers, hers.

"Y-yeah, f-finnished" Emily choked out, quickly adverting her gaze to the table infront of her. Trying her hardest to pretend she hadn't seen them. Avoid making Naomi feel uncomfortable. Her breathing was ragged. Like someone had just punched her full force in the stomach and knocked every bit of air out of her. But it wasn't as easy as that. Her eyes adverted back to the mass of scars lacing the beautiful skin of Naomi's thighs once more. Her lips parting slightly, while her brow unconsiously creased in concern.

Naomi fidgeted on the spot. She knew Emily had seen them. She could tell. Not from the obvious stare, but from the way her eyes clouded over in concern. She wanted to say something, snap at her and tell her to mind her own fucking buisness. But she just didn't have the strength anymore. Quickly reaching over she swiftly scooped up Emily's cup before scuffling off to the kitchen. Placing them in the sink.

Emily remained in the same spot. She heard Naomi shift off from the kitchen to the room just down the hall. She felt numb, number than she'd felt in a long time. It just didn't make sense. Naomi wouldn't do that. It wasn't in her nature. Not the Naomi she knew.

But then again, she didn't know Naomi anymore, maybe she never really did.

Pushing to her feet she slowly made her way down to the room Naomi had just entered, Leaning against the door frame she quietly observed the room. Deffinatly Naomi's. Glancing around she felt the familiar comforting smell of the blonde drift up through her nose, Her eyes landing on her grabbing out a duvet from the closet in her room. Huffing and puffing random, unaudable words to herself.

Turning on her heel Naomi stuffed the blanket under her arm, her trademark frown masking her face before her eyes lifted spotting Emily leaning against the door. Stopping dead in her tracks she tried to offer her a small smile but it just didn't seem to reach her eyes.

Emily thought about what she'd say, how she'd bring it up. But she knew that somethings were better said with unspoken words. Actions proved so much more. Especially in Naomi's case. It was how she'd always been. Slowly closing the door Emily leaned against it for a moment, making her way over to Naomi who seemed glued to the spot.

She gently removed the blanket from under Naomi's arm, throwing it aside. Her hand gently reaching up tucking some blonde hair behind her ears. Allowing it to confidently trail down and trace her jawline. Her wide brown eyes still tainted with concern, her frown still imprinted on her expressions. Reaching down she gently gripped Naomi's hand with her spare hand, lifting it up a little her eyes hesitantly tearing off Naomi's expression. She was staring blankly at nothing, viciously biting the side of her lip. A sign of her becoming nervous, anxious. Emily noted that Naomi only ever bit her lip on two occasions. When she was eager, happy. Or when she was deep in thought, nervous. In this case the latter.

Emily's eyes trailed their way up the full length of the scar, her thumb trailing over it as her eyes worked their way back down. She felt Naomi tug her arm a little as if she was going to pull it away. But she also felt her give up in defeat. There was no hiding it now.

She could feel her body trembling, like her knees were going to give way from under her. Emily shouldn't be seeing this. But at the same time she couldn't bring herself to pull her arms away. She was too gone in her mind to direct her body to function properly.

"Jesus Christ" Emily finally breathed, tears prickling her eyes. Because it was real. It wasn't some shit she'd saw on the tele, something she could turn over when it got a little too much. This was reality, this was Naomi.

Slowly sliding her fingertips down off Naomi's wrist she gently laced their fingers together. Silently sniffling away some tears before brining her eyes up to come face to face with Naomi's tear soaked cheeks.

She wasn't even aware she'd been crying. Or that she'd cut her lip from biting it so hard. Not until she taste of stale metal was overpowering her tastebuds, laced with the salt of her tears.

It took her a few minutes to process what was happening. To notice that Emily was leading her over to her bed, pulling back the covers and helping her in, Before crawling in herself. She could feel herself trembling, until she felt the comforting warmth of Emily pushing her body against her back. Allowing her little form to fit into the shape of Naomi's. Her arms wrapped protectivly around the blonde's waist.

"It's gonna be okay now, i promise" Emily whispered against Naomi's shoulder, wetting it with her own tears.

Naomi gulped back the lump in her throat, reaching down for one of Emily's hands that was wrapped around her waist, bringing it up so it was tucked away under her chin. Her body shaking every so often with sobs.

"I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you, Not again" Emily continued to coo, pressing a few soft kisses against her shoulder nuzzling her body further against the blondes back.

And they stayed like that, for the next few hours. Emily muttering soft comforting words against Naomi's skin. Until she finally felt the blondes sobs even out into long deep breaths, ensuring her she'd fallen asleep. Her spare hand idly trailing through Naomi's soft blonde hair, gaining a content sign from the sleeping blonde on occassion.

Emily remained awake for a good bit afterwards. Her eyes fixated on Naomi's sleeping form, listening to the calming sound of the strom outside.

This was how it was supposed to be. This was how it was always supposed to have been. No complications, no hurt, no pain. Just them. Because like Naomi, Emily liked to belive the rain washed everything clean.