She looked up with him as the tears rolled off her soft cheeks.

"What's wrong?" He said again rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

"Emily is back." She cried.

"What? Who's Emily?"

She stayed silent as she struggled to stop. Rubbing her eyes, she succeed stop long enough to regain the ability to talk.

Sniffling, she rolled onto the bed, but he kept his arm around her. She shifted through a few pictures before finding one and handing it to him. He stared at the picture before giving him a confused look.

"That's me." She said pointing the young girl in the picture. "And that's Emily."

"She's your…"

"My sister." She took a deep breath and let it out. "When my parents actually loved each other, they tried to get pregnant. My mom was just a resident and hadn't hit it big, so she was open to it. My dad really wanted a baby, but they couldn't have a baby. So they adopted Emily. Everything was great until my mom started to get the hint of fame. And to my mother's dismay she got pregnant again with me. My father was overjoyed…" She took a deep breath and let it go slowly. "But my mother wasn't so happy. It was too late and they had me. My mother converted all of the little attention to me. My father converted all attention to me. So by the time Emily was five and I was two, she was pretty much on her own again just like she was when she was in the adoption home. When I was five and she was eight, my father picked up and left after she told him about her affair. When the other man didn't leave his wife, she picked up and moved us to Boston. I was young and my mother was absent, so I looked up to my sister. Unknown by me, she became my main caregiver by the time she was ten and I was seven. She was always there for me. By the time she was fifteen and I was twelve, I had gotten used to being on my own, but she was already sick of me. On her sixteenth birthday, she left to go be a model and never looked back. I was alone and I blamed myself then eventually I blamed her then I blamed myself again. Because I was born, my mother had an affair, my father ignored Emily and eventually abandoned us with a neglectful mother, and in the end I chased my sister away." She wiped her tear-filled eyes.

"Mer, none of that was your fault."

She smiled weakly, but shook her head. "When I was fifteen, Emily called me told me I should be a model. But when she came to meet me, she was two hours late and strung out on drugs. I told her to get cleaned up and we would talk. But she never called. She never tried to contact me. And today…" She sniffled. "She showed up. Out of the blue."

He stayed quiet for a second. "Mer, you can't blame yourself for everything that happened."

"I've accepted what happen, but it doesn't mean I'm proud of it. Emily thinks she can waltz into my life and criticize what I do for a living." The anger started to show through again.

"Mer, calm down."

She looked over at him. "Thank you for being here, Mark."

"There's no other place I would rather be."

She smiled slightly as he ran the back of his hand on her cheek. They stared at each other unable to take their eyes away. And before they knew what they were doing their lips met in a full blown kiss.