I don't talk to Sean through out our drive back to my place and I didn't care a bit that I was getting his interior wet either. My mind was in a conflict on what I am to do next?

How dare he spring this up on me now, especially when my mind is having doubts about Scott, my boyfriend.

"Break up with him." His words ring in my head again and again.

I cuss myself for having the slightest thoughts of doing so.
Break up with Scott and do what exactly? Stay with Sean?

A month ago, when I was still foolish and chasing after him like a lost puppy, I would've sprung up on the idea. But now?

He says he was confused? But when you really like someone is there room for confusion?

I rub my temples gently while staring at the familiar white building that I live in. The sky is still pouring heavily, a blue weather to fit my blue mood.

The car had come to a halt in front of the building for what seems like an eternity ago, and not one of us have bothered to say a thing to the other.

"This is hopeless." I think to myself.

Sighing, I immediately grab the door handle, not wanting to spend any more time with him in this unending silence and the torturing tension that has enveloped the car, but his voice stops me before I can pull the door open.

"Kat."

I weep my head in his direction, hoping my tear stained cheeks weren't evident in the dim lit car.
"I promise never to leave again." He croaks out in a low but audible voice, all the while keeping eye contact with me.

I feel an unbearable ache in my chest as realization hit me, it feels like all the blood was being squeezed out my heart with a strong metal vice.
I say nothing to him, I just stare, trying to look as unaffected as I can, but failing miserably.

Why is he telling me this now?
He already left.

His hair is still wet from our little time under the rain and it did nothing but improve his looks. Why can't he be ugly so it'd be a little less harder for me to forget him?

"Remember you owe me?"

His voice snaps me back to reality and my mind quickly flashes back to the time we watched the movie together.

At a crucial time like this, he's talking about stupid debts?!

I fake chuckle and swipe a tear, "You really-"

"Promise me." He says, cutting me off from completing my statement.

"Promise you what?" I ask, raising a brow.

"That no matter what happens, or who you choose at the end that you'll never leave or stop having feelings for me."

I gasp. He must be insane!

"I can't -" I start but I'm cut short by him again.

"Please." He begs.

I stare at him a while longer, mouth open slightly and can swear I see a glistening liquid roll down his eyes, then again I'm not sure, it could be the poor lightning or a rain drop from his wet hair.

I inhale deeply.

"I couldn't stop even if I tried."

The words rush out of my mouth before I can stop them. I quickly get out of the car as soon as they leave my lips, and walk into the building, not once sparing him another glance.

Some truth aren't meant to be voiced out.

~~~~~~~~~

Walking through the door of our home, the thick smell of alcohol and cigarettes hit me. I cover my nose with my hand for a moment but soon my nose gets accustomed to the terrible smell.

"Laura?" I call out.

I thought she quit smoking. What's going on?

Closing the door, my feet move me towards the living room, where the stench is most prominent.
There I found her, Laura.

She sat cross legged on the couch, a cigarette in one hand and a beer bottle on the side table by her right. The only light on is the one right above the couch she's sitting on. It's light serving as a stage spot light for all to see er ruin.

This isn't my best friend.

The girl in front of me looks defeated. Her usual bright smile is gone and is replaced by a heartbreaking frown. I don't have to think twice to know what this is about.

"I broke things off with both of them." She says in a whisper, once I'm close enough to hear.

"What happened?" I ask, still standing in shock.

"Hugh." She replies puffing smoke into the air, I grimace at her action.

"They got into a fight because of me. Arguing over stupid shit like who's man enough to have me." She pauses.
"They asked to me choose," her voice cracks, "I couldn't. I-I ... love them both. So I told them both to fuck off!"

Silence envelopes the room as her echoing voice slowly disappears into the cold night air.

"I guess they're right; when you love something you let it go." She laughs, but her laughter soon turns into loud sobs.

"Laura." I whisper, "it'd be okay. They also say when you love something it'll come back to you after you let it go."

Sean came back after I let him go.

I push back the thought and hold back a sob that threatened to break out.

"Well 'they' should fuck off as well." She spits, I flinch a little at her words but I know it's the anger talking.

She wipes a tear and looks at me with red swollen eyes. A thing we both have in common at this point in time.

"Oh!" She palms her face, "I'm sorry, I got caught up and forgot to pick you up."

I sit down beside her, then gently dispose of the joint in between her fingers. She doesn't protest as my arms envelope her, pulling her close for a hug.

"It's okay... I'm home now." I mumble against her hair.

"Taxi?" She asks between sobs.

"I um..." I huff, "Sean."

She freezes, then quickly leans out of my hold and locks widened eyes with mine, "I'm so sorry I put you through-"

I stop her before she can continue, "It's okay. You had things to take care-"

"You were crying."

"What?" I ask, trying to sound surprised.

Guess I did a poor job drying my tears.

"Don't lie to me." Her tone is serious. "What happened?"

I look at Laura and sigh. Even in her very confused and devastating state she's still selfless enough to ask about my own complicated life.

"I think Scott is cheating on me." I blurt out, looking away from her as I say it.

"Think?"

"And your brother just asked me to break up with him for him." I add in, my voice cracking at the end.

A fresh bucket of tears is about to pour but I'm trying my best to stop it. I've gone through enough in life to know how to control my tears, but for some reason: Sean breaks down my walls time and again.

Laura pulls me into her arms, it's her turn to comfort me now. Her hands rubbed my arms soothingly.

"Why do you think Scott is cheating on you?"

"I heard him on the phone with someone, he told her he loves her." I frown at the memory.

"Did you talk to Scott about it?"

"He's not picking his calls."

She gasps. She's just as surprised as I am.

"Then it's time you pay him an unexpected visit."