As soon as L had flung his arms around Rachel (abit awkwardly) she wrapped her own arms around him, buried her face into his shirt, and cried. Normally she wouldn't be doing this, but years of grief buried inside just couldn't be held anymore. She continued to cry not at all considering the fact that she should be mad at him. After all, he had been the one to tell her.
But yesterday was one of those days. Rachel remembered actually wanting to take her own life. Oh, sure, she always had thoughts of suicide, but Rachel would never act on them. It was almost as if yesterday they had to act like how they wouldn't normally act.
Finally Rachel stopped crying, and lifted her head up. She sniffed, wiped her eyes, and said, "sorry...I think I ruined your shirt."