"What's wrong?" Emily asked, sitting down on the bench next to her friend. The evening sun was setting low against the mountains and the sky was streaked with a copper-gold hue. Suzanne was wreathed in the shadow from the elm tree that flowered over the sidewalk, her features fittingly shadowed as well. She was etched in a feverish despair that seemed to consume her.
"Everything." She replied, blue eyes welling full with tears. Valiantly, she blinked them back out of existence. Emily bit her lip, unsure of what to say. She and Suzanne were not good friends, but they had known each other for years in the, "How are you?" "Oh fine, and you?" sort of way. Uncomfortable, Emily prayed silently, asking for help. She didn't know what to do. However, the unspoken words in Suzanne's eyes seemed to beg for a kind, gentle ear, so listening seemed the best place to start. Emily waited and after a moment, the other girl, who had always seemed rather shy, began to speak.
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