Cold Floor, Warm Shoulder

The floor of the dark bathroom was smooth and cold. Rocket sat quietly, as if unsure how to comfort this new girl, Babydoll, but she knew she had to something. The sobs that wracked the blonde girl’s entire frame were almost painful for the brunette to watch.

Leaning close, Rocket’s chin brushed Babydoll’s shoulder and the newcomer stiffened, as if jolted with electricity. Rocket felt it, too. Sadness seemed to emanate from Babydoll in leaden waves, as if her traumas were too many to count.