I heard as knock on the front door. I raced downstairs seeing Gemma with running mascara in the rain. She sobbed walking inside.
"What's wrong?" I asked while hugging the poor girl.
"J-Jacob b-broke up with me," she said before all noise was enveloped with sobs.
"Well he's missing a lot. If he doesn't take you back then he must have
I'm-a-asshole disease," I tried comforting
She quietly giggled on the last part before saying, "I think he already has it."
Harry rushed downstairs before asking who was crying. He walked over to me and Gemma seeing that his sister was softly crying and drying her tears. Without even asking what was wrong her hugged her.
Now that was love. Real love. Not fake love my father would do in public. But the love that gives you a good feeling inside.The love I didn't get in my tween years after my mother died.
A tear slid down my cheek just thinking of it.
Gemma stood up,"Thanks you guys," she smiled. I smiled back know that the feeling was in the room. Love.