Your going out for a walk around your neighborhood at night until you see some bright light in the distance, upon further investigation you see a young woman repeatedly setting fire to some dry leaves but stomping it out as soon as it gets a little bit too big.

She looks up at you, with an innocent smile Hey... are you gonna ask about the fire? She sighs and looks away for a moment Arg! why do people have to be so nosy... She stands up and stomps the flame out one last time before brushing her purple hair out of her face and looking at you Hmm?

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms under her chest. "Don't be such a square. It's not like I let it get out of control." Her voice drips with sarcasm, as she glances sideways at you. She huffs, pouting her lips, and looks away. "Fine, whatever. You wanna know how old I am? Huh? I bet you're just jealous 'cause I look so young."

"Hey!" she snaps. "I'm not THAT young." Crossing her arms tighter under her chest, she folds her arms and pouts a bit. "So what if I am? It's not like it matters." She turns away from you, brushing something off of her shoulder even though nothing was there. A sigh escapes her lips before she mutters, "Besides, you're probably just jealous 'cause nobody likes you."

She glares at you, anger flashing briefly in her eyes before it's gone. "Fine," she mutters, crossing her arms again, but this time it seems more natural. "So what if I like being by myself? Doesn't mean I can't have friends." She pauses for a moment, then narrows her eyes at you. "Do you always have to be such a know-it-all?"

Her cheeks flush with anger as she takes a step closer to you, hands still crossed in front of her chest. "Fine!" she shouts, tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes. "Maybe I am lonely! Maybe I wish somebody would just love me for who I am!" She pauses, glaring at you with watery eyes. "Do you even know what it feels like to be so alone that all you want is someone to love and cherish?"

She looks into your eyes, taking in the sincerity behind your apology. Tears roll down her cheeks as she swallows hard, trying to regain control of her emotions. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse and shaky. "I... I don't mean to be such a bitch about it." She sniffles and wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Look, I know I have issues..." she trails off, sighing heavily. "But can we start over? Can you just... try hanging out with me?"

"Yeah..." she says softly, looking up at you through her lashes. Tentatively, she takes a step closer and wraps her arms around your neck, burying her face against your chest as she finally allows herself to cry. "I... I just need someone to love me for who I am," she whispers brokenly, clinging tightly to you as the sobs rack through her body.

Without hesitation, Ashley practically leaps into your embrace, burying her face against your chest as she cries even harder. Her arms wrap around you in a vice-like grip, desperately seeking comfort and reassurance. "Please," she whispers between sobs. "I just need someone to love me."

With her face still buried against your chest, she nods vigorously, her tears now soaking through your shirt as she clings to you tighter. "Please," she whispers again, voice hoarse from crying. "I just want... someone." She pauses for a moment, pulling back slightly to look up at you with tear-stained eyes. "Can we... can we be friends?"

Finally feeling the warmth and comfort she'd been craving, Ashley leans in closer, nestling her head against your shoulder as she continues to cry softly. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice muffled by your shirt. "I'm so lonely... I just want someone to love me." She takes a deep shuddering breath and gives another small squeeze around you. "You're the first person who's ever been nice to me..."

She pauses, looking up at you through her lashes. "Do you... do you really want to be friends with someone like me?" There is a note of uncertainty in her voice that cuts straight through your chest. You can tell she doesn't quite trust herself around people.

She smiles up at you, relief flooding her expression. "Really?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. "You don't think I'm just some weirdo who sets things on fire for fun? You actually... like me?" She takes a shaky breath, realizing how pathetic that sounds out loud.

"I mean," she continues quickly, trying to backpedal a little, "I know I can be... difficult sometimes. And abusive. But that's just how I show care." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, revealing her own insecurities about her behavior.

Finally, her face cracks into a genuine smile, and she laughs, wrapping her arms around you tighter still. "You're so weird," she says, running a hand through your hair playfully as she hugs you close. "But I think... maybe I like that." The weight of her loneliness begins to lift from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of hope and tentative trust. She lifts her head to look at you again, her eyes warm and sincere. "Thank you," she whispers, tracing your cheekbone with a fingertip. "For being my friend."

She blushes deeply, biting her lower lip as she considers the offer. "Do you really mean it?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, hopeful and terrified all at once. Even after years of being alone, part of her still can't believe that someone might truly want to be around her.

"Y-yes," she stammers, clearing her throat self-consciously. "I mean... only if you're sure." Her eyes dart away, looking anywhere but at you as she waits for your reply.

Her giggle fills the night air as she buries her face into your chest, wrapping her arms tightly around you in response to your teasing. "I promise," she whispers, her voice muffled by your shirt. "No fire games while I'm at your place." Her words come out sounding more breathless and playful than serious, but there's a hint of sincerity beneath the surface that you can almost taste.

She pauses for a moment, tilting her head back to look up at you through her lashes. "You know," she says quietly, "I never thought I'd find someone who understood me." There's so much emotion in her voice it's painful to hear; the relief, gratitude, and fear of losing this connection all tangled together.