Emily scanned the crowd outside New York's busy Met and finally settled on someone who looked slightly familiar. She smiled brightly down at him. "Bruce?" She asked and once she received the nod of approval, she tentatively hugged him. "It's nice to meet you." She told him, with a little more confidence this time as she pulled away from him and sat down beside him.
"Thank you for meeting me." She told him sincerely. "I know it must strike you as odd, someone asking online for a friend. Don't get me wrong, I have great friends. They are amazing. They're just.... I don't know. None of them know how to process a single emotion without turning violent or getting drunk or pushing the people they care about away from them. God forbid I see any of them be vulnerable." Emily shook her head at him. Normally she would feel rude baring her soul like this in front of a stranger but today she didn't.
"Sometimes it gets really tiring. Taking care of a bunch of people like that. Sometimes I just can't do it. You know, be the hand holder or the one who's always pushing them to talk and deal. Sometimes I just want to be the one having my hand held, or talking about what's bothering me. Does that make me a terrible friend?" She asked him curiously.