Helena ended up sitting on the curbside with El. He listened attentively to her while she told him about the argument she just had with her best friend.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m sure that, like you’ve said earlier on, you didn’t mean to say things to hurt her.” El comforted her, giving her hand a gently squeeze.

“I feel so, so, so bad. I shouldn’t even have brought it up.” Helena looked down at her feet.

She blinked hard repeatedly, in attempt to prevent her eyes from welling up.

It broke her heart when Bette pushed her away. All she wanted was to be there for Bette whenever Bette needed a shoulder to cry on, or be that someone who she shares her good news with, or even be that someone who she bitches to about things that annoyed her.

It hurt her even more to be completely clueless on why Bette was pushing her away.

“I don’t even understand why she’s pushing me away… I…” Her voice cracked.

El sensed that Helena was on the edge of breaking down. He scooped her closer towards himself with one arm, giving her a hug

Unable to hold back any longer, Helena burst out, like a child, into loud sobs with her face buried into El’s chest.

She cried, not knowing why she was getting so upset over this. She cried like as if Bette had just broken up with her. She thought that she was over-reacting but just couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

El stroked Helena’s hair softly, telling her it’s okay repeatedly.

He understood why Helena was so upset after a tiff with her best friend but couldn’t help and wonder if Helena would be just as upset if they ever broke up.

He chided himself mentally for thinking only about himself when he should be thinking of things to say to comfort his girlfriend who was crying her eyes out.

“You okay?” El asked softly when Helena pulled away.

Helena nodded meekly as El gently pushed her hair away from her face.

It made him sad to see her sad.

Helena looked down at El’s dress shirt and tie, which were now wrinkled and stained with her tears.