It was considered lucky that no one was in the library at this time. The magenta friend tried her best to shed tears quietly within a reclining chair, limiting her sobs while believing a large opened book would shield her face.

"Is that a book you would recommend?"

She was a bit startled, but closed the book to see Madame Foster standing before her. Madame's expression changed when she noticed that the friend averted her gaze to the floor.

"Oh no, dearie...Why the tears?"

"It's about…" Berry just had a thought. "Never mind...You probably don't remember."

"Do you mean your sister?"

She was surprised by her response and looked at her.

"How...did you know that?"

"I'm sure everyone knows by now. She's hard to forget when she had helped everyone here. She had left quite a mark within a week's time. Tell me...How have things been without her?"

"At first...I was thrilled. She never even crossed my mind once. I had all the quality time with Bloo to myself. I was in heaven...until that giant yarn ball in the theater emerged from my mind. I happened to enter the theater quietly when you and Mac were figuring it out. Her name kept ringing in the back of my mind until more of our friends figured it out...all except Bloo. A part of me didn't want him to remember, so I removed the yarn ball...but the guilt kept climbing till I gave him a little push. Now…" She looked to the floor. "I regret causing this mess in the first place...I don't think I can ever redeem myself…"

"So you believe that the chance at a new life hasn't been fruitful?"

"It has, but...if everyone remembers, there's no way that this life will remain the same. I'll just be recognized as the girl who casted out her own sister permanently." She sighed. "Maybe I'm better off leaving again...my days of helping others will never amount to what my sister has done. I can't compete with that..."

"I see…" Madame rubbed her chin. "That can happen when there's jealousy. You reminded me of me when I was younger. Mind if I give you some advice?"

"Sure…"

"Why not spend more time making something of yourself instead of trying to impress others?"

Berry didn't know how to react to that question, as it had struck her hard.

"An imaginary friend can only do so much. You're not like your sister, so stop trying to be her."

"But it's all my fault! There's no way I could be forgiven...even if there was a way for me to bring her back…!"

"Then wouldn't you rather be grateful?"

Grateful? What did she mean?

"Cherry gave you a second chance at starting over. If she were to return, would you force yourself to change the outcome or let the cards fall naturally?"

Keeping Bloo all to herself had always been her goal. She was always happy to be with him, but she was too greedy before. Even he was too oblivious to notice, but it wasn't like love was ever on his mind. Regardless, he knew how to be respectful to her. She is a girl after all. She kept forcing herself on him in hopes of acknowledgement, but all this time she thought that him being nice wasn't enough. Why couldn't she realize it before?

Either way, Berry managed to get to him one way or another. She had high hopes that he would drive Cherry away, until he saw something within her that Berry didn't have…

...She had sincerity. She had respect. What she did was always genuine. Despite learning from her sister, she was a natural. That's why he began to fall for her.

"...She was right about not forcing love," she says quietly. "I never thought she'd be the one teaching me a lesson."

"It's not easy letting go of something you love," Madame smiles. "But the important thing is being there for her."

"That's easy for you to say…It's not like I can make her reappear."

"You never know," She reaches for an envelope to hand to the magenta friend. "Perhaps that time has come a lot sooner than you think."

"What's this? A letter addressed to me?"

"Only you can determine where the cards fall, dearie. Do what you think is right."

Madame Foster took her leave while Berry was still looking at the envelope. It looked like a letter. It's not common for her to get mail, but she suddenly couldn't help but do a double take at the return address...Madame was right about time coming sooner than later.