As soon as Adia offers her hand, Amelia takes it. She holds it tightly for a moment before drawing the other woman into a tight hug and pressing her face into the soft fabric of Adia's sweater.

"I-I don't know what happened, Adia," she murmurs, her voice thick with tears. "Things were going s-so well for me and... And then we were just done and I don't really understand why. She told me that I didn't... that I couldn't love her the way I was, but how could she know that?" She shakes her head, willing the hot tears rolling down her cheeks to go away while she pours her soul out to her friend.

"What's so wrong with me that someone I love would say something like that?" Her grip on Adia tightens a little. "Am I so stained that nothing good can ever come of me trying to be close to anyone...?"