Victoria opened the door of her friend's apartment with the key she had gave her before. She took the highest possible care, in case she was already sleeping.

When she was closing the door slowly, a voice took her in surprise.

"Vic, are you okay?"

She turned around. Louise was already in her bed, which could be seen from the main door because the bedroom door was open.

"Ah, yes, sweetie, I'm fine." She replied to the distance with a smile.

"Come in" she invited. She knew Victoria too well even when there wasn't a year since they met. Something was wrong. "What's wrong?" She asked when she entered the room.

"Ah... nothing. Why should something be wrong?" She tried to disseminate as she sat on the bed.

"Vic, I know you. Something's going on."

"No."

"...Okay, you're definitely not in the mood for talking. Come" she invited her friend clapping the hand beside her in the blankets.

Victoria took her shoes off for the final resting of her feet, and climbed beside her friend.

"Now..." Louise ran a hand across her hair lovingly. "It's a heartache, right?"

Victoria threw her gaze to her, not very surprised. She had this skill of seeing through her eyes.

"Yes" she replied with a sight.

"Does it have solution?"

"Hhmm... I don't think so."

"Oh... why?"

Her eyes said it all. They weren't hiding anymore. They were true.

"We're broken... everything is. It was never fixed, actually... and it's my fault."

"Hey... it's not your fault if things are not right."

"It is, Louise... I ruined any chance we had of being together years ago".

"C'mon, stop blaming yourself, darling... stop hurting you, you have done enough to your soul and conscience... you wanna stay here tonight?"

She lifted her eyebrows, like a child who asks for permission.

"Can I, please?"

"But of course" she offered her a smile. She loved to have her friend as a guest in her home.

"Where do I sleep?"

"Here with me, you want?"

Victoria gave a sweet laugh. "Okay"

"Everything's gonna be fine... don't worry"

"Thank you. But I'm afraid it won't. "

"Okay, okay… Done with the sadness. I'm making coffee. You want?"

"No, thanks." Victoria kept laying down on her stomach.

Thank God she slept fine. She felt in her mind and eyes that she had a nice sleep.

When she turned around, the red hair of her friend's head appeared in front of her eyes.

She was feeling so warm and comfortable between the thick covers and the blankets beneath her.

So, she had to do something. Some of her clothes were still in his home and… she said she would come back to pick them up.

Did she really wanted to end up all that?... No, she definitely didn't. But she knew they would eventually hurt each other until inner destruction if they stayed like that.

The ghosts of the past were still haunting them.

"Hi" he received her, and let her get in pinning to the door.

"Hi" she answered the coldest she could, stepping inside. She'd have wanted to say all that she felt. Every single feeling kicking inside of her heart over and over as if it was going to spill itself out of her.

"Can I go up?"

"Yes, sure."

She took the stairs and when she finally entered his room… the memories invaded her. Like something she couldn't control. Memories from every single time they were there, in that house, in that room. God, how damn difficult this was going to be. She had to do it the faster possible so it wasn't a chance for her to break down.

She packed the few more clothes she had left in there, zipped the bag and went downstairs.

"You have everything?"

"Yes." she answered looking at the floor. Not only for not to look at him, but also not to show her pain. She was walking towards the door without even saying goodbye.

"Victoria,..." DAMN IT. She turned with the bag in her hand. "You could at least say goodbye"

"I don't want to say it, that's it" she threw it like the best explanation she could give, turned back and opened the door.

"Wait there." he stopped her quickly.

"WHAT?" He wasn't making it easy.

He reached her. And suddenly, his face was almost pressing against hers.

"What do you want? Let me go"

"I can't"

"Cmon"

He grabbed her arm, avoiding her to take the door and leave. "Stop playing the angry cold with me, that doesn't work, I know you're hurt"

"Then if you know I'm fucking hurt why don't you let me go and disappear from your life as you want me to?"

He had no answer for that.

"I don't know what's going on with you but whatever, it's not worth it, let me go"

He knew she was right. And he was able to respect her wish. For some reason, his body didn't react.

She had to shake her arm off of his hand.

"i know you're hurt. And yes, I'm angry… but don't you think we deserve to end this in good terms, like the adults we are?"

"Fine. We are. Everything's good. Now let me go."

He wished he could stop her. And he didn't. He hated her, certainly. But he thought they could end a beautiful time of their lives in a good way.