The next day, I receive a million messages from Nina who is apologizing for basically making me leave. I tell her that I expected it would end up that way, and I had chosen to leave anyway. She sends me a simple smiling emoji, and then another million texts start popping up on the screen of my phone.

She recalls how they spent the rest of the evening talking about both everything and nothing. The time felt infinite, and she couldn't get enough of him. She said he's smart and funny and kind. Everything she wants. I ask her if either of them made a move, and she finally confirms something happened.

He asked her out on a date.

She then tells me, "hang on, let me call you." Not even a second later, I hear the ringtone go off for a FaceTime call. The moment I accept the request, I hear a bunch of excited screaming and squealing going off. I laugh, and Nina is on the other end telling me in between loud breaths how she can't wait to go out with him -- but what will she wear -- but how will she act -- but what does anything mean?

She almost leaves me as confused as she is, but I tell her to keep calm and stay strong. . . Or whatever it is those sayings are. She says, "thanks," and I ask her when the date is supposed to be.

"Tomorrow!" She exclaims loudly.

"Where?"

"No idea! He said it's a surprise!" She shouts again as if I can't understand.

She's very excited, and that makes me really happy for her. And slightly jealous. . . How long have we been here? A few weeks? She's already found someone! I don't have any luck in the area of romance, but then again, I can understand why.

I can't imagine what someone would think if they wanted to go out with me and then find out that I sometimes still think about my old best friend that I used to be in love with who moved away without telling me. I would sound like a loser. That's also why I haven't mentioned her once to anyone here, but I haven't had the chance to because no one has asked anyway. She's a distant memory, and she's no longer relevant to my life. She moved on the moment she left, and I have too. I think.

"Priscilla!" Nina says suddenly.

"What?"

"You spaced out, I was asking you about that picture."

"What picture?" I ask.

"The one in your locket that you lost," she responds as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh. . . Right."

I don't know what to say. I can't mess up this blooming friendship already by bringing up someone from my past. No one wants to hear about that.

"Right what?" She questions curiously.

"It was nothing! It was one of those Google Stock photos that already came with the locket."

"One of the girls in it looked awfully liked you and you seemed really upset about losing the photo," she tells me.

I put on a fake smile, and I say, "it's nothing, Nina! Now let's get back to you? Start showing me outfit ideas!"

I can tell that she doesn't seem quite satisfied with that bullshit answer, but she doesn't push it. I watch as she walks over to her closet and pulls out a few changes, beaming as she comes back to show me each one.

In my mind, I'm thinking about that picture again. It was lost at the diner Nina and I had spent our night at. It was the place where I even thought I saw Delilah, as if such a thing could happen.

The twinkling smiles seemed like they could last forever, but they only lasted for that night. The truth is that I have always placed Delilah in such a high place, but it wasn't all great. Sometimes we didn't get along. . . And sometimes she walked out.

She was always very persistent, and often became annoyed after people didn't do what she wanted. She didn't just want to have an influence on people, she wanted to have control.

Maybe our relationship would have burned into nothing even if she hadn't moved away. I'll never know either way.

The locket is currently hanging on a jewelry stand on my desk, I haven't had the heart to do much to it. I'll keep it though, I think, mainly because it wasn't very cheap. I can just make new memories with a new person.

I think that sometimes, I let the hopeless romantic side of me have too much of a say in what I do. But that's the point, it's hopeless. Nothing ever happens, nothing ever changes.

I'm trying to focus my attention on Nina, because she's a great friend and I'm not being a great friend right now by barely listening to everything she's saying. I finally give her a thumbs up sign at one of her outfits, something fun and cute like always. I tell her that I wish I had her fashion sense, and she laughs, saying, "I'll teach you everything I know!"

We end the call shortly after that, but not before she says, "you can check the diner for their collection of lost and found items!"

I tell her that I appreciate that, but inside I feel like rolling my eyes. It's not worth it. It would impossible for it to be there. It could have fallen out at that party, and there's no way in hell that I'm ever returning to that place. Or it could have just gotten lost outside, getting taken away by the wind and landing in a nearby lake. There's lot of those around here.

The chances of it being there are nearly impossible, but then she asks, "promise me you'll check?"

I sigh deeply, and respond with a quiet, "yes."

She seems to believe that the picture means a lot to me, and I guess she's not wrong. I'll do this for her. Definitely not for myself. Alright, just for my curiousity.

After getting ready for my important trip of the day, I find myself walking on the sidewalk of that same street again, a secretive location where I had once been some time ago. Grey skies above me and dying grass at my feet, nothing can go wrong. The season of fall is one of comfort and peace, surely I'll be granted that.

I almost rest with the sound of the silver bells ringing above my head as I open the door to the venue, but I continue. The diner has a 1950s theme with bright colors over the seats and walls, posters of the past accompanying the sight. The place is likely a few decades old, but it's still timeless. Places like these are meant to last forever.

I walk over to the counter right in front of me, and an eager woman greets me with a, "Hi! What would you like to order today?"

"Nothing," I say bluntly, and her smiles falters instantly. "I -- I am so sorry, that came out wrong! I was just in here a few weeks ago, and I wanted to know if you have a section for misplaced items?"

"The lost and found?" She asks, wanting direct clarification.

"Yes, please," I respond.

She seems like she's in her mid 60s, but at that second she runs over to the opposite side of the restauraunt faster than I ever could, and she comes back with a heavy steel bucket that I offer to help her with. She rejects the assistance and with a loud bang, leaves it on the counter for me to look at it. I start grabbing at everything; the sweaters, wallets, and pens seem never ending. There's no sight of glossy paper, and I know that it's because it isn't here.

Still, I sweetly ask, "have you seen any lost pictures recently?"

She then exclaims, "you looked familiar! Yes, there was a small square photo that was put in here a few weeks ago."

"Where is it?"

Her blue eyes almost squint as she looks at me in confusion before she tells me, "your friend already picked it up."

That doesn't make sense. Why would Nina tell me to come here to find the photo if she already knew where it was?

This time, I ask, "what friend?" As if she has access to the database of my brain with all of the information of people I've ever met.

Continuing her questioning stare, she states, "the friend in the photo."

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