19.

DALIA'S POV

Emily held the door open for me, as we both walked into the clinic. She had decided to sleep over at my place last night. I assumed it was partly because she didn't want to leave me alone, and partly because she was just too lazy to drive back to her house. It was not an unusual occurrence. Emily and I often had many unplanned sleepovers at my house. So much so, that she had a toothbrush, wash cloth, and even a box of clothes at my house.

This early afternoon however, she had refused to wear any of the things she had over. She complained about how none of the items matched her energy for the day, and I ended up digging something out of my own closet for her to wear. Emily and I were about the same size, except she had a slightly smaller chest. My clothes did however look much nicer on her, of course I never admitted that, but we both knew.

She wore a pair of black jeans, with rips around the knees and thigh areas, and a bright yellow crop top with the word where boldly wri