I adjust my eyes as I wake up to the sound of the door pounding. The sunlight shines through the window, rather than the moon my conscious brain last saw. I've been out of it by the way I don't remember anything. I have no interest to interact with people today. I want to mourn for my lost love.

Closing my eyes, I try to reminiscence our blissful moments, but the relentless pounding on the door makes me stop. Someone is out there to get me out of my room. I won't relent unless - it's him.

My heart beats loudly with anticipation. I throw my blanket away in happiness, and placing a hand on the bed I get down. Steadying myself, I take a step on the wooden floor. I gingerly walk toward the door and flung it open. My smile falters, and I take a step back not hiding my disappointment. There in all the glory is Rachel - whose relationship to me is presently unknown.

I haven't talked to her for a year. I wonder why she came here now of all the times. Infinite thoughts are going on in my head as to why she is here. The first thought - sent by him. I smile a little thinking that it is a possibility.

"Before you imagine that this is your lover boy's doing, let me tell you. It's not," she says, coming inside nearly bumping my shoulders.

My heart sinks deeper into the ground, and I barely blink back the tears that are threatening to fall.

"Hey." she touches my hand.

It is the first human contact I have received other than my aunt. The familiar sensation makes my eyes take it as a green signal to release the tears, and I cry loudly hugging her tightly. She runs her fingers through my hair and occasionally whispering some words which have to be consoling, but I feel like I should cry harder, and I sob, and she holds me tight.

I don't know how long we have been in that position, but neither of us seems to care. I am very pleased to see her after a long time. I couldn't come up to ask her about my dilemma. After all, she is my friend - who I have ignored. Not from now onwards. I feel better, much to my surprise. I release her and guide her towards the bed - seeing that there is no other available furniture in my room.

She shakes her head disapprovingly. I shrug as I don't care how I live. She notices the unpacked boxes lying everywhere and her eyes stop at the bills resting on the bedside table. She studies the bills and raises her perfectly arched eyebrows at me, and I avert my eyes to look at the door.

"What's wrong with you?" She frowns, motioning at everything in my room.

I want to tell her that I don't know, and I even want to add that I don't care. But, Rachel would make me do something which I regret - like making me watch a movie or worse she would drop me off at his place locking us inside. Given that it's her, anything is possible, that includes getting hold of a key which is not her's. I don't want to do the things which are a reminder that I have lost him. Sadly, everything is related to him as we did everything together.

"I don't know anything. I want to change myself thinking about my aunt. But, I can't bring myself to do that." I sigh, hugging my knees to my chest.

"What happened to that girl who told me she would never put herself down for a guy?" she asks, taking my left hand and squeezing it.

"I have realized that they are the ones who fall hard," I rasp, trying to control my emotions.

She places a finger under my chin and lifts my head. I look at her. She smiles and squeezes my shoulders in support. Blinking back the tears, I return the gesture smiling thinking back to the college times when we used to do that.

She checks the time on the clock on the bedside table and sighs. "Let me hear what happened," she says, making herself comfortable by placing the pillow in her lap. I shake my head as I'm not in a position to speak about him. I don't want to dig up the wound although, it's nowhere near healed.

"It's been a year and I think it is a perfect time to open up. I know that you don't even talk to your aunt, let alone any other person. You said that I'm your sister, but I feel like you lied then." She frowns.

I didn't have any contact with any other human being except for the occasional interaction with the students. She is pointing out the facts, and I don't think I'm ready. But, she is my one and only friend who stood by me all the time, and I don't want to lose her completely.

I narrate everything that has happened in the past year, and she doesn't look at me with pity much to my surprise. She looks like she understood why I did that. After a few seconds, she speaks.

"You did everything for him. You have to move on now." She wipes away my tears and hugs me tightly. I know that she is right and deep inside I feel like I should hear it from someone. Maybe, this is the day I need to move on. It's God's way of saying that. I feel very much better as I have shared my feelings. I shouldn't have avoided her. Her presence would have helped me move on. I make a decision.

I return the hug and pull away from the embrace shortly to observe her.

I really look at her. She is still looking the same - beautiful. Her black eyes, hour glass figure and her auburn red hair are really her assets. There is not a single piece out of her perfectly styled ponytail as always. She has a red dress which looks like it costs more than my room, and I'm not surprised. She never bragged about her rich prodigy. I like that about her. On the other hand, I am here looking exactly opposite of Rachel. I cringe realizing that I look horrible, and she nods her head indicating that it is true.

"You need to be somewhere now. Get ready."

Where did that come from?

She abruptly pulls me up and before I protest and demand an explanation, she pushes me into the bathroom closing the door. I sigh and complete the morning ritual. Coming out, I notice a knee length blue top and a white legging on the bed. I take my clothes and decide to complete my bath fast.

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"Are you kidding me?" I ask her, shaking my head as if it would seem like I'm dreaming.

"No." she opens her purse, taking out a bunch of papers. She places them on the bed so that I can take a look at them. I realize that they are my certificates and my resume. I don't want to know how she got my certificates. My aunt is in touch with her, no doubt.

"How can I attend any interview? I'm not ready." I glare at her.

It's sweet of her to come and check on me, although it has been almost a year. But, seeing that she has a motive makes me mad. I know that it's for my own good, but I'm not willing to part with my memories.

"You always said that I have to hold onto him," I say, looking at her teary eyed.

"That's in the past. You have to move on, or I'm telling him the truth." She narrows her eyes even though I'm crying.

I couldn't believe that she said that. She always insisted that I shouldn't loose him. I don't know what made her do this. She knows that I would do everything if it comes to him. I just stare at her if she really means it. She doesn't blink indicating that she is dead serious. I just nod a little.

"I'm your friend. Let me help you. I know that you are hurting, but it has to stop. I never bothered you until now. I gave you a year of time to mope around. Not anymore. You have to do everything I say. You know that your aunt is worried sick. Let me know if you want her here."

I realize that if my aunt sees me now, she will take me back to her house. As much I hate her for doing this, I couldn't disagree with her. I don't have to forget him, but I can move on with my life. It seems surreal, but I don't have any other choice.

"Okay, you win." I smile a little.

"That's my girl. Check if I missed anything."

I check everything and get ready to face the world. She made me eat breakfast, and I enjoy the way she talks about everything making me realize that I'm truly missing out. I hug her, promising that I will contact her soon. And I definitely intend to do that. After I step out of her sleek Lamborghini, she blows me a kiss and speeds off.

I feel uneasy as if something bad will happen. I don't pay attention to it and instead, concentrate on soothing my nerves, by rubbing my palms on the legging. I am determined to have a career like I always planned to.

Releasing a breath, I try to calm my nerves. I take a step towards the building, and I hope that I would get this job.

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