I finished pulling the skinny jeans on. I flung the door open to see the girl was sobbing. I felt my heart drop to the floor.
"W-what's the matter?" I asked, worried. "Please don't cry. I-I didn't mean to upset you, honest!"
I went towards her and hugged her, feeling her bury her face in my chest. She tried slurring out something about being fine, but that resulted in even more sobbing.
I let go of her and looked at her. Her face was puffy and red from crying, but she was still pretty. Her eyes had turned green and her lips puffy and red. Looking at her so closely made me realize how beautiful she was. And how sad she was.
We stood there for a while, her gaze avoiding mine, until I wrapped my arm around her, trying to soothe her.
"Don't cry hon, it's...it's Christmas. Nobody should be unhappy on the holidays. Especially...especially you."
I pulled her in for a hug. I could tell she was trying to push me away, but eventually gave in. Her small hands wrapped around my shoulders while she buried her face in my shoulder. My arms interacted with her, warming her up. It was...comforting. I started humming until she calmed down.
"Pretty girls like you shouldn't cry. And guys like me shouldn't make pretty girls like you cry." I whispered, still feeling guilty.
As soon as she calmed down, I felt her remove herself from my arms. I dried her eyes with my tshirt.
"How about I change, and we can talk?"
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