Don't forget to follow my Tumblr bab3yb3ar guys imI lonely over there with no friend ?ￂﾠElle stood there, allowing the silence that skipped through her lavish apartment like the confusion that swirled around her brain to consume her, the loneliness she always dreaded whenever Angelina and her would part refused to leave her, unlike her lover. The front door was still opened as she stood beneath the door frame , her shoes still on, the bag she wore continuing to hang from her shoulder like branches of a willow tree, still in it's slight movements. The young actress was contemplating what to do with her night as the aura of depression slowly crept it's warm hollow wings around the crevices of mind, she didn't want to be home or more specifically Elle didn't want to be alone.

The blonde leaned against the white wall to her right, facing her pristine couch that was half swallowed by nightshade like nearly all of the other furniture in her apartment. This place never felt like home to her though, no matter how hard she tried every time she would come back to this place she always felt like a stranger, an uninvited guest to someone else's home. But if Elle was going to be honest with herself, there wasn't ever a place that made her feel at home. There was a person that encapsulated everything that made her comfortable, happy, and helped her feel completely, but almost every night the actress felt as if she was being kicked out of her home. It was a constant feeling that threw her into a black hole with no safety rope, no goodbye, and never a second thought.

"Who am I though?" Her pale lips whispered to herself as she moved her body, allowing the front door to close. She wasn't big enough to have paparazzi yet but she didn't want her door open for too long, if she was going to drown in her misery she might as well do it alone, the birds didn't need to hear her quickly crack into a pile of broken fantasies.

"Who am I to think a married woman would leave her husband for me? Who am I to think…"

*Buzz Buzz*

Her phone lit up while vibrating in her purse, snapping her out of her earth shattering realization temporarily.

"Hel…"

"Hey bitch what's up," she heard her best friend speak with her usual excitement.

"Emma," she spoke trying to mask how miserable she was but quickly failing.

"What happened," she red hairs tone lowered and her concern on high alert, Elle knew damn well she couldn't hide anything from her best friend and yet she still tried too.

"I'm fine."

There was an unusual silence that passed between them, "really I'm fine Emma."

"Babygirl…"

*Knock knock* The sound spooked Elle and for a minute she remained silent trying to figure out who it might have been at the door.

"Are you going to answer," she heard the loud redhead scream through the phone and from outside her apartment door.

"Emma!" She called opening the door and facing the slender beauty dressed in a skin tight black dress, with a red Gucci bag over her arm and thick locks pulled into a loose ponytail.

"How did you even get here like…" Emma invited herself in, moving past Elle and turning on the living room light.

"What were you doing? Sitting in the dark fully dressed?" Emma turned towards the door where her best-friend stood, the front door closed and her eyes still wide with surprise.

"I just came from a supposed to be dinner with Angelina but that's not what's important, why are you here?"

"Oooh that sounds nice...wait what do you mean supposed to be?"

Elle crossed her arms over her chest, not wanting to even recp the night she just have and plus she was planning on crying away her sorrow tonight not having a surprise visit from her best friend who looked too good to just have casually planned to come over.

"I don't even want to talk about it…" her voice lowered in disappointment with the mention of what had happened earlier that night.

"Well you have to talk about it Elle, I know you,if you don't talk about it you're just going to continue fucking yourself over."

"Haven't I already? I fell in love with a fucking married woman Emma, a fucking married…" Her high=pitched anger broke with the resolve she's been trying to maintain ever since Angelina left her with so many questions and a peck on the cheek. She eyes swelled with stress tears that quickly heated to tears of pain and confusion, the young actress thought she had a grip on herself but before she knew it she was falling to the floor, her legs too weak to carry the heavy loads of emotions that weighed over her slender frame like boulders.

"Babygirl…" Emma whispered into her ears and for a minute the blonde was confused, she hadn't realised how she ended up sobbing in her best-friends arms, holding onto her arms for dear life, fearing that if she let go even for a little bit, she might fall into an abyss she'll never be able to crawl out of.

"I fucked up Emma, I fucked up so bad," she coughed, choking on her own tears, a cluster of feelings trying to break through the crumbling damn that was her mouth all at the same time.

"This is killing me, I'm killing myself loving this goddamn woman I can't even have. Why Em!? why did this happen, why did I go this!?"

"Oh my Elle it's okay baby we all make mistakes right, you know what they say 'love is blind' and hay it takes two to tango right?"

"No no no Em I should have done better, for me I just should've..." her head off blonde hair swung from left to right quickly as she continued to chastise herself, big ocean eyes dawning a red sunset instead of their normal snow white color.

"Hay hay…" Emma moved her hands from around Elle so that she could cup her besties wet teared face and get the blondes attention she knew wasn't all there. "Do you wanna take a bath babygirl? I'll order you some food, you could go get comfortable, I'll find the most lesbian sitcom and we could just talk or...not whatever you want."

The puffy eyed actress sniffled while thinking over her red haired besties amazing proposition, all she really wanted was to just relax and take a bit of this emotional burden off.

"Okay," Elle smiled weakly, they're eyes clicking and sharing that bond that was unbreakable and has been for so many years.

"Come on let me get you up," Emma she spoke, moving her arms back around Elle's body and gently carrying her up with herself. "Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?"

"Hahaha I'm fine Emma I'm not a old lady," Elle joked releasing herself from warm soft arms.

" I know that," Emma whispered, her eyes staring into the blondes sapphires with worry. She brought one arm up slowly, her hand caressing the left side of Elle's face. "I just hurt for you and it makes me want to baby you in every single way."

Elle smiled kissing Emma's right cheek adoringly.

"I love you Emma," she said as she pulled back, " more than you'll ever know."

Emma's lips pouted at Elle's sweet words.

"I love you more baby girl," she smiled back, "now go take a shower, I have some Chinese food to order and a bottle of wine to open."

The actress was already starting to feel better as a laugh crept through her lips. "Okay okay Emma I'm going sheesh."

The red hair slapped her besties ass before she got too far away and Elle jumped laughing,"ow that kinda hurt," she yelled not turning back.

"You know what they say, the harder the head the softer the ass!"

"Shut up!" She heard Elle yell from the other room, the sound of a laugh lingering in her tone. She was so grateful for Emma she felt like crying but she had already done that enough today.

Elle couldn't get rid of the evident depression that drowned her heart that minute she thought about Angelina and their fucked up romance.

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