Trish's POV

"Could we have a minute?" I ask the examiner, but he looked up unwilling to leave.

"Fine stay" I said turning back to her. "You gonna to ignore me forever?", I take it she was because all she did was spit blood into a bucket. She obviously had no concern for me at this point. "Look I know you may still be pissed about what happened, but it was years ago. Get over it! You're here now."

She was finally looking up at me, only to roll her eyes and look away again. "Victoria what the hell is your problem?" I yelled knocking a chair over. Boy that was a bad move, because with just a swift movement Victoria had shoved me hard against a wall. Before you know it I was too busy feeling the pain on the back of my head, to notice Victoria hands now pinning my shoulders. I couldn't help but look up, her eyes were dark and cold, she was obviously pissed, and I was regretting I had come in here.

"Victoria!" the medical examiner screamed as he made his way towards us before Victoria shot him a dirty look which would automatically make him back up, and leave the room quick. And when I say quick I mean quick, the guy practically ran out there.

"I'm not the one with the problem. You think I give a fuck what happened two years ago? I don't care, I don't care about any of this, and I don't care about you!", I never thought I would here those words come out of her mouth. She was my best friend when back then, the only one I could rely on…the only one I trusted. From the looks of things she was serious, and she meant every word she said. She stared deep into my eyes for a moment before letting me. "I want nothing to do with you. We work together, and that's all." She before turning her back to me. "Before you leave pick up that chair you knocked over" and with that I just stood their silently in against the wall.

I picked up the chair and walked over to the bench she was now seated on. She was back to not acknowledgeing me as she unlaced her boots.

"Victoria" I said pausing to choose my words wisely, but all I could come up with was "I'm sorry". She chuckled before saying "well it's too late for that now." I stood up and was about to leave, but my feet wouldn't allow me. I turned back to face her, and with that I just blurted out everything I wanted- no needed to say.

"I know you may hate me, but I don't hate you. I can never hate you. I'm sorry for everything I did back then, but I was the one who fucked up. I didn't trust anyone, hell I didn't even trust myself. You were the only one who really cared about me. The only one who I actually believed care about me. I don't know why I fucked up, but I did. I am a shitty person, but you're not." Although she wasn't looking at me she was finally listening to me. I could tell from the expression on her face. "And I don't believe you don't care about me. You have to care about me… you always have." There she was finally looking at me. I was finally getting to her, because she wasn't as cold as she had been. "I'm sorry. I really am… I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me-"

"You're forgiven" She cut me off, and with that she was back to being ice again, and returned to unlacing her boots. I'd hurt many people in the past, but it was never this hard for them to forgive me—hell I had never cared if anyone forgave me, but this time was different. I know Victoria really didn't forgive me; she just wanted to get rid of me. And I didn't blame her. I really did it this time, only difference was I actually cared about her. For the first time in my life I actually gave a fuck. I care… about her too much… I love her too much.

I figured it was over. She hated me, and was to blame. With that I stood up and made my way to the door. I turned back to look at her, still she wouldn't look at me. This caused a weird feeling within, it was like someone had just stabbed me in the left side of my chest. I lost control and I couldn't do anything about it. Tears formed in my eyes. I didn't want her to think I was trying to get her to feel bad for me, so I held myself together until I was out the room completely and slumped down the wall for it all to come out. I've never cried so much in my life. I was finally starting to feel good about myself, and now I was just remembering how much of a horrible person I was.

After a while I picked myself up and made my way back to the locker room in one piece. I remember Ivory saying that I looked like shit. We would normally joke, and give each other a hard time, but tonight I wasn't in the mood for any locker room antics. I just walked pass her and headed towards the shower.

I had lost the belt that night, but I had completely forgot about it. This was the first moment that I actually realized that I had lost her. I had lost her, so why was she now the only thing on my mind. I couldn't think under the water. My mind was so consumed with so many thoughts. After I finished my shower I went back to the main area where my locker was. It was completely empty. I hadn't noticed how long I was in there, but it must've been long.

I had just put on my panties, and was now in the middle of finding my bra when I heard someone come in. Hopefully it wasn't Dean pretending to be lost again. I turned around covering my breast ready to scream at Dean, but froze as soon as I saw it was her. Our eyes locked for a moment before she broke our gaze and walked over to her locker. It was just two spots down from mine. I continued to watch her as I slide my bra on. She still wasn't looking at me. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and went back to what I was doing. Once I turned away from her, I got this weird feeling that she was watching me, but I knew it was too good to be true. I could hear her unzip her bag and throw her belongs in it. I felt like I was a housewife and my husband was leaving me. It was an odd feeling, but I couldn't hold back the tears. I tried to wipe them fast so she wouldn't notice. Not like she would care anyway. I heard her sigh. She was probably just annoyed.

Then I felt a hand on the small of my back. "What—", I asked before she shh'd me. I felt her strong arms wrap around my waist. "I'm confused" she was now holding me close, but why? This wasn't exactly how you treat someone you hate. "Victoria I thought you-", before I could finish she cut me off again. "Why must you always ruin the moment?" she asked before placing a kiss on the back of neck and laying her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry" she whispered in my ear. I was speechless. I had so many questions, but I it had been so long since I've been in her arms; it felt good. I stroked her arm for a moment before I decided it was a good moment to face her. I met her gaze and for the first time in months her eyes weren't cold, and for the first time in a long time she didn't look like she hated me. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was cut off by soft lips pressed against mine. My mind was suddenly hazy and I felt my knees go weak.