She Cant Do It

"It's nothing, Sarah." she said to me, comforting me, "It's just those low life....scums." I took a deep breath and tried to restrain my tears.

"Sarah, come on." she comforted me, leading me back to my office. "Thanks..I can't believe I was told to be like that." I gasped, my eyes, red from all the crying. My office was quite lonely. It was illuminated by a lamp on my desk. A bookshelf was at the sides of the room.

"They'll deal with 'em soon, Sarah. Just...relax for a while."

"Jesus...thanks Nancy." I spoke, my voice tired from all the name-calling and replying.

She paused for a moment, and sat down at a small office chair.

"I can call James for you..if you want.." she told me, glancing up.

I huffed, and politely denied, "Thanks...but, I'll need him later."

"You sure? You seem...tired." she told me, getting a water bottle from my bag.

"....Huff...I'm sure."

"..." she muttered something under her breath. "Nancy?"

She..was visibly sad, "Sarah...I might....take a break from the foundation."

I stood up, and stared at her, "Wait..Nancy? Is there...something wrong?"

It must've been silent for a few seconds but it felt like...months.

"My father is suicidal. And...well, my mother divorced him." She spoke, the tears she restrained further rolled down onto her cheek.

"It's just that....I have to take care of him." She wiped her eyes, "But I don't know how to tell them."

"'Nancy...i'll tell our advisor." I said, holding her hand, "Really, I'll do it for you."

She must've felt flushed, she moved her hands back to her lap. "No, it's alright."

"Your like, my best friend! This could only return the favors that you've done to me." I reassured her.

She held her breath, "Thanks Sarah."