Hug away sad feels || Dakota & Liz 

Liz was not good with feelings. Not in that way, at least. She was pretty good with happy feelings, seen as she was the kind of girl that both wanted to laugh all the time and make others laugh as well, and back in Cali she used to be weirdly happy, even though her life wasn’t all that great. She was used to feeling sad as well, or lonely, or disappointed. She had had her fair share of angry feelings and feeling scared. But love, or just liking someone, had never been one of them. Now here she was, two girls she could quite possibly like. And she was already hurting one of them. Knowing that she brought Dakota to tears made her gut wrench and her heartstrings knot. That was so not what she wanted to cause.

So she was going over there. Hugs were always good. When she was still a bit younger, around a year or thirteen, fourteen, she used to hug Elijah a lot. Well, she practically made Elijah hug her, and she would just sit there and hear his heartbeat, and she would know she would never be alone. As many people Elijah had had sex with, and as many times as he had been off somewhere with someone, he would always return. For her. It was a comforting thought. Now she was going to try and do the same for Dakota. Just hold her, try to make clear that she wasn’t going to leave, that she would be there for her if she wanted her to. She made her way over to Dakota’s house and instead of climbing through the open attic room like she normally would have tried - she’s a fucking ninja after all - she rang the bell and played with the sleeve of Elijah’s hoodie she had stolen about a week ago as she waited for Dakota.