Let's see Maura's point of view on things. Then the next chapters shall be a bit longer from here.
Maura sat at her desk in her office at work on her lunch break, typing something on her laptop that came to mind.
Regret.
That's a strong word to use, is it really what I feel. Do I regret what occurred the other evening?
Avoidance.
Some situations are hard to deal with. Jane is my best friend, but sometimes she does dangerous things that makes me question what's going on in her mind. I've been avoiding bringing up what she did about a week ago. Jumping off a bridge, putting her life at risk. Harming not only herself, but hurting me by those actions. Did she not care about who'd she be leaving behind if things didn't turn out like they did.
Then there was last night. We danced, she doesn't dance, especially where people could watch. I felt this closeness to Jane I never felt in our five years of friendship. There was something in the way she looked at me.
Passion.
We ended up at her place, nothing was said as we shed our clothes. Nothing was said as our hands and lips were on each other. Only moans were heard as we, was it making love or just sex? I have yet to determine what it was.
The next morning I left, she asked me to stay, but I had to wrap my head around it. I love her more than anyone, but what if we ruined our friendship by passing that certain line I never thought we'd cross. What am I supposed to say to her? How exactly is it that I feel?
Fear.
I already thought she died when she went into the water. Now there's this possibility that I could lose the greatest friend I have because of last night. What does it all mean? How am I supposed to face her now. It comes full circle back to that one emotion I can't seem to shake.
Regret.
Maura closed her laptop once she heard a knock on the door. "Come in." She spoke, her heart skipped a beat seeing her best friend, holding two cups.
"I brought you some tea Maura. Thought you could use some," Jane stepped forward placing it on Maura's desk.
"Thanks Jane, you always know what I need."
Jane smiled, she looked around, Maura could sense Jane was uncomfortable in the room.
"Was there anything else you came down here for?" Maura asked, trying to not sound hopeful, but she failed.
"Um not really no. I should get back to work, crime doesn't solve itself," she laughed nervously before she started to walk out of Maura's office.
"Jane..."
She paused and turned quickly to face Maura, "Yeah?"
"...Thanks for the tea."
"You said that already. Anything else?"
"No, I guess not," Maura shrugged, Jane gave her friend a look before leaving the office completely, closing the door behind her. Maura's face fell into her hands, as she sighed. The one word on her mind.
Regret.