"Ronnie," Betty's voice was gentle, but she was becoming irritated. "Please talk to me."
Veronica shook her head silently, her eyes watery.
"Veronica!" Betty clenched her teeth to stop herself from yelling. "V, bub, I need you to tell me what's wrong."
Veronica stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the storm below them. "I'm fine, B."
"You're not, V."
Veronica didn't turn to face her, her face pale. "I am. Leave me alone, Betty. Please."
"No," Betty said firmly. "You're hurting. Let me look after you, Ronnie. Please."
Veronica brought her hands up to her face and let out a choked sob, and Betty murmured 'oh, Ronnie,' and ran over to her girlfriend. Veronica started crying properly, turning into Betty, who held her tight. "It's okay, Ronnie," she whispered. "It's all gonna be okay."