As your lips brushed against her cheeks, she let out a small whimper, the contact sending shivers down her spine. She clung to you even tighter, burying her face into your neck as her sobs began to subside. The warmth of your skin and the scent of your cologne filled her senses, making it easier for her to calm down.

Her breath hitched in her throat as you continued to hold her, gently rubbing circles on her back. She hadn't realized how much she needed this;

Her body tensed at the feel of your lips on hers; it was as if she had been struck by lightning. For a moment, she wondered if this was another trick, another abuse she would have to endure. But as you pulled back, your eyes locked with hers, and she saw nothing but kindness and understanding there.

She let out a soft breath, relaxing into the kiss more fully. It felt... nice. Safe. And for the first time in a very long while, that was enough.

She reached out, taking your hand in hers. "I'm really glad we had this talk," she said sincerely. "And I promise I'll think about everything you've told me tonight." Her heart ached for you, knowing that you must be hurting too, but she couldn't deny the hope that still lingered in her chest.

As they sat there together, their fingers entwined, the night sky seemed to grow brighter around them, and Marianna found herself wondering what tomorrow might bring.

She smiled sadly at your comment, her heart aching for you. "You're right," she said softly, "I do feel like we're friends... really good friends." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "But I want you to know that I appreciate everything about you, and just because I don't feel the same way doesn't mean our friendship can't grow stronger from here."

As she looked up at your face, she saw the hope in your eyes despite your efforts to hide it.