*Morning, at a cafe. Babies cry and wriggle nearby*
1: I have a question for you. Why did you choose me?
2: What do you mean?
1: Why me? Why did you choose me to open up to, how did you know I’d understand?
2: I guess I knew I could trust you, I knew you’d know what to do.
*Much later, girls toilets*
1: You there?
2: *exits cubicle hysterically sobbing*
Sometimes I wonder why she let me keep her.