Lita woke up the next morning in her own warm bed. She was at the point where her eyes were slightly open and she was not aware of anything around here. For the first time in weeks she had a serene feeling about her. As if everything was right with the world. She closed her eyes for a moment and clasped her hand to her head and rushed to the bathroom. After extricating more of the alcohol from the night before she realized that she had been drinking. Clips of memory played through her head but did not fit together correctly. Her last memory was walking out of the bar last night and somehow she had wound up at home. Her head was throbbing as she made her way out of the bathroom into her living room. She flopped herself down on the couch and her dog came and sat on her lap.

"Hi Honey." She said as she began to pet him. "What happened to me? I feel awful." Lita turned her head towards the clock. "Noon?!"

Suddenly realizing what time it was she jumped up out of her couch much to the discomfort of the dog and ran into her room. Popping some headache medicine into her mouth she hurriedly began to dress herself and wash up.

"Oh Lita you picked a heck of a morning to have a hang over." She said to herself. "I can't believe I slept in like this, I just ugh!"

It was a Monday and Lita's restaurant always opened an hour early on Mondays, nine o'clock in the morning to be exact. Lita threw on her clothes as quick as she could trying hard to look as though she did not get dressed in the dark, threw her hair back in her signature pony tail and rushed herself out the door. She was driving in her car on the way there and in between scolding herself and trying to keep her eyes on the road, kept trying to piece together the events of the previous night. It was all such a blur in her mind.

"Did I really say all of the things I think I said?" she questioned herself.

She unlocked the doors to the restaurant and noticed that it was empty.

"Of course it is" She said.

Her few employees had probably left after an hour or two of waiting for her to arrive. She heaved a sigh realizing that she had lost a business day and decided she would dedicate the day to getting over her hand over and clean the place up. She went into the back room the gather her cleaning supplies and went to work almost immediately. About two hours into her endeavors she heard a knock at the class door and looked up to see Mina standing at the door. Lita wiped her brow and stood up to open the door for her friend.

"Hi, Mina." She said pushing the door open. "C'mon in."

Mina had a concerned expression on her face.

"What's going on? You not open today?" Mina asked.

"Yeah." Lita said taking a seat at the counter. "I, uh, woke up a little late, so I decided to clean the place up."

"Lita, we were really worried about you yesterday."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry for storming off like that."

Mina stared at Lita for a while, noticing the worn out look on her gave and bags under her eyes.

"You look horrible." She said. "Maybe you should go get some rest."

"Believe me, I've had plenty of that already. I'm just.......recovering."

"From what?"

"Getting drunk."

Mina's eyes widened.

"Lita! You didn't! That's not like you at all!"

Lita nodded her head and directed her gaze at the window.

"I know, I was frustrated and did something I shouldn't have. I don't even know how I got home last night."

Mina was a little shocked and concerned for her friend.

"What?! What do you mean."

Lita proceeded to tell Mina what had taken place between her and Kento in the bar.

"And all I remember is walking out of the place falling asleep suddenly."

"Lita you could have been picked up by some stranger."

"I know, but I just wasn't thinking, and now I've really dine myself in. I don't know if he'll ever forgive me."

Mina shook her head.

"Oh c'mon you know Kento better than that."

Lita straightened herself up and looked Mina in the eyes.

"I thought I did once, but heck I don't even know myself anymore. Here I was telling how neutral our friendship was the other day and then I go and pull this stunt. Mina, what's wrong with me?"

Mina smiled. "Now you don't need me to tell you that."

The phone began to ring and Lita reached over to pick it up.

"Hello, this is Lita."

"Hi Lita, this is Anna."

Lita felt a pang or remorse for a second.

"Oh, hi Anna. Listen, I'm really sorry for the way I acted last night it wasn't right of me to...."

Anna cut Lita off.

"It's alright. I just wanted to let you know I won't be coming back to my job, I'm sorry, I hope you understand."

Lita was a little shocked. "Oh...yes...um, alright."

"Goodbye."

"Bye."

"Who was that?" Mina asked.

"That was, Anna, she just quit, and now I am down an employee. Oh boy. I think I'm gonna take off I need to get out of here."

"That's a good idea." Mina added.

Lita said goodbye to Mina and got into her car and began to drive. She drove and drove until she ultimately found herself parked in front of Kento's house. She sat in her car and started to remember what it was that led her up to this point.

It was about two years before that her and Kento had come to the mutual to decision to break their relationship off.

Strangely enough it was a day after Valentine's day and the whole entire gang had just gotten back from a night out in the city. Everyone had went back to Lita place to watch a movie and Kento and Lita were sitting on the couch when the phone rang and Lita went to pick it up. When she returned to her friends she had a dismal look on her face.

"Lita what's wrong?" Amy asked.

Lita looked up with tears in her eyes.

"Um. Nothings wrong. I'm fine." Lita said as she wiped her eyes, she obviously hiding something. "I'm just kinda tired, I think I'm going to go to bed. You guys can finish the movie if you want just make sure you turn off the lights and lock the doors when you're done."

"Are you sure?" Raye asked.

"Yeah, goodnight everyone." Lita scurried quickly into her room and laid on her bed sobbing.

She was not sure how long it had been when she finally stopped hearing her friends conversing and the television turned off and the last sound of the door closing, but she knew they had all left when everything was completely silent and she was left alone. She heard her bedroom door being to open slowly and turned around quickly.

"Who's there?" She said whipping around and wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

"It's me." Kento said as he entered her room. "I just came in here to see how you're doing."

Lita was glad he had stayed.

"That phone call I got. It was from my uncle. There was a fire at his house and it burned to the ground."

"Is he alright?"

"Yes, but everything in it was burned as well." Lita paused for a moment. "There was a trunk in that house, I didn't know about it. My uncle said he was going to give it to me for a birthday present this year. It was full of things of my parent's. Photo album's, my mother's wedding dress, momentos that that he had saved from when the bank took everything from my parent's house after they died. He thought I would really like it. He was right I would have, but it went down with the house.."

Kento looked at her for a moment.

"Oh I know it was just a bunch of stuff." Lita started to cry a little again.

Kento went to her and sat next to her on the bed.

"Is there anything you need me to do?"

Lita smiled at his simple question, and somehow found great comfort in it.

"No, I'll be alright Kento, thanks." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He returned the favor and placed his arms around her for support. Lita felt whole then, and was glad that she had him there.

As Lita sat in her car remembering this she realized that was why she had loved him so. It was his strength and his consistency; he was a pillar in her life that was always concrete and unmoving. Yet, it was here fear that she would somehow lose that that scared her the most.

After they parted Lita looked at Kento.

"I'm glad you're here."

Kento smiled and put his hand under her chin to lift it up, she smiled in return. Deep inside though Lita feared the only way to keep him in her life though, would be if he did not have to worry about her, if they were friends. She and Kento had been such good friends before, why not.

Kento oddly thought the same way. He was lucky, no doubt in his mind. "Sometimes it's best to get out while you're ahead." He thought, "I still won't be going anywhere."

So, though both had shared a wonderful moment that night together. They both felt that they would benefit best from a friendship rather than a relationship together. Whether they really knew what was best for each other was another question. And so before Kento left that night, they had become only friends and nothing more.

Lita sat in the drive way and leaned her head on the steering wheel. Keeping her head down, she slid out of the car and shut the door. She walked up to his door, took a deep breath, and gave a knock.