"Hey, baby," Naya called to Heather. The blonde was busily typing on her laptop. It had been a month since their arrival in Puerto Rico and the girl had been very busy typing.

"Hey!" Naya had to pop beside Heather so she can hear her.

"Whoa!" Heather yelped. "You scared me there," the blonde smiled and kissed Naya's partly open lips. It was meant to be a short kiss, but Naya fought for domination. This time, Naya won. They explore each other's lounges and mouths.

"Nay…" Heather mumbled as she felt Naya's hands held her waist.

"I love you…" Naya's voice was husky and she looked at her. There was only just love and affection. Just love and affection. If there ever was lust, Naya had successfully supressed it.

"I love you too," Heather whispered.

"Do you want some dinner?" Naya said, deliberately changing the subject, and stood up. Heather couldn't do anything but follow her girlfriend.

"You know, I haven't cooked anything," Naya mumbled.

"You're so…" Heather narrowed her eyes at the Latina.

"What? Awesome? Yeah, I know. Thanks for reminding."

Heather swatted Naya's arm. The brunette squirmed.

"Ugh, I really hate you, Naya," Heather rolled her eyes.

"I love you much more, baby…" Naya giggled as they walk out of the house and drove towards the diner.

They ordered cold Chinese and took them outside, eating them by the sea. A few people were at the boardwalk, and the sky was turning into pink.

"Heather," Nay looked at her best friend. The blonde was in trouble grabbing a piece of meatball using a chopstick. Naya, instinctively, held out her meatball and motioned for Heather to open her mouth.

"I wonder if the press would be too happy about this," a familiar voice called behind their backs. Quickly, Naya turned around and saw someone she had despised her whole life. It was Taylor Hubbell, holding his iPhone out, showing their photograph.

"Taylor," Heather said, her voice was calm. "Why are you here?"

"Hey baby!" A short, petite blonde went up to Taylor and looped her arms around Taylor's. Heather looked at them with disgust.

"Who are they, baby?" the blonde asked.

"Oh, just some people. Why don't you check those turtles over there? I'll follow you once I finish up here."

The blonde skipped past Heather, then went to a mob of people leaning on turtle eggs which are hatching.

"You are such a douche," Naya mumbled, the venom on her voice was dripping.

"Well, look who stole my ex-wife!" Taylor said out loud, causing other people to look their way.

"I did not steal her, Taylor. You lost her," Naya was beyond irritated. She was ready to slap Taylor so hard that she planned on fracturing her arm if she ever gets the chance to. However, Heather had sensed Naya's building anger and slipped held Naya's hand.

"Come on, Naya. Let's go home," Heather sounded worried. "It's not worth it Nay…"

"Well, I'll go ahead just then," Taylor said, waving his iPhone. It was more than enough for Naya.

She grabbed Heather's hand and yelled.

"You know, what Taylor? You are such a douchebag that you left your dying wife in a hospital for another girl. I could say that you don't deserve her because you are such a dick and I often wonder why Heather couldn't see it before, but she doesn't need you anymore. Look at her, she's way stronger than the day you left her," Naya held back her tears of anguish.

"Nay…"

"No, Hemo. Let me teach this dickwad a piece of my mind or two," Naya walked towards Taylor.

"Hey, listen," Nay add not let go of Heather's hand.

"Here's the catch, lover boy. You ditched her when she needed you most and you played her for a long time, so you're out of the picture now, okay? She's my girl now so get the fuck off my ride, and doing this just highlights your insecurities!"

With that, Naya left Taylor without looking back. They drove across San Jose without a word, and they reached the house in a few minutes. Naya was the first one to speak.

"Heather, are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Do you need anything, water perhaps?"

"No. I'm going to write, bye, Naya," the blonde carefully picked her way up the stairs. Naya was left alone in the quiet living room, trying to rack her brain and realized that this scene had happened before.

Heather hasn't moved on yet.

Naya's heart sank as she realized Heather's pained look since she saw Taylor. Naya went into her own bedroom, the one that Heather had been sleeping in since the first week they were there. It felt so lonely without the blonde, even though Naya knows that Heather's only in the room on the third floor of the house.

Naya looked out to the sea, it was very quiet. There was no sound of the TV, no Heather practicing dance, no giggled talks, everything felt so quiet. Naya felt as if she had been transported back to the time when Heather was still married to Taylor.

That douchebag caused it all.

Unable to contain herself any longer, she went up to the third floor and took a peek at Heather. At first, she seemed to be asleep, and then the brunette noticed Heather's shoulders softly trembling.

She's crying over Taylor. Fuck Naya, why would you expect her to love you more than best friends?

Naya left the house angrily. She drove and drove until she did not even realize where she was or what time was it. She even lost her sense of direction. All she knew was that she's near the sea because she could hear the waves crashing to the shore. They weren't the seashore sounds though, it sounded more like waves hitting cliffs and rocks.

The cold salty air stung Anya's eyes, prompting her to cry. She swabbed her eyes with the back of her hand, cursing at herself for expecting that Heather could fall in love with her.

I believe in us, Naya.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!" Naya cursed and shouted. She pounded her fists on the concrete road as she slumped on the street. She doubted if Heather did love her. Naya was not able to what had really happened after it. All she could remember was her vision going blurred and Naya had forgotten everything.

Naya must have slept in the middle of nowhere because when she looked up at the sky, there was already a shade of rosy pink across the eastern sky. The ride home was none better than the drive away.

She pulled up in front of the gravel covered space on her beach house. The lifeless, guarded eyes were back again. The house seemed empty and lifeless. There was no sign of Heather in the living room.

Probably she's asleep.

She went straight for her bedroom and she saw Heather slumped beside her bed, hair tangled and her eyes were puffy. Heather was such a mess.

Oh God, what have I done?

"Hey…" Naya whispered. Heather stirred and looked at the dark-brown eyes. "Nay…where have you been?"

"I…I…I'm sorry," Naya's eyes stung again.

Blue eyes looked up to Naya. "Did I do something bad?"

"No. I'm sorry I left. I just needed to have some space," Naya sniffed.

"From me?" Heather whimpered, too scared to know Naya's answer.

Naya just looked away as the blonde broke down into sobs and ran towards her own room.

Goddamn it, Rivera! Chase after her!

"Hemo! It's not like that!" Naya ran after the blonde, however, the door was already slammed on her face.

"Damn it!" Naya kicked the door. "Ouch, shit!" Naya's face registered the pain. She gave out a groan. "Fine. Talk to me when you're ready."

Heather listened behind the door as Naya kept on cursing. The brunette even kicked the door. But she can't hurt Naya anymore. She can't love Naya, not yet.

I still love him. I can't love Naya if I still loved him. I thought I don't love him anymore.

It was already twilight when Heather went down the dark house. Naya was not there.

Probably partying.

Heather foraged in the fridge and saw a note.

Dinner's in the microwave. –S.

Heather took a plate out of the microwave and she stared at the lasagna. Naya had made an effort to make it looked delicious and if Naya makes it look delicious, it would definitely taste delicious. Suddenly a thought hit her.

Taylor never cooked her things.

Munching a lasagna, Heather ran up the stairs and quickly yanked her phone from the wall charger. She quickly dialled Anya's number. No one answered. She tried again. And again, and again and again. By the fifth time, Naya picked the phone up, but the brunette did not say any word.

"Naya…" Heather said. "Naya where are you? We need to talk. I need to talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about," Naya said, failing to conceal the bitterness in her voice.

"Where are you?" Heather said, her voice filled with desperation.

"I'm not at home," Naya lied. She can't face Heather. Not after Heather had hurt her again.

"Please Naynay, I want to talk about us," Heather pleaded.

"Hemo…" Naya said. She felt a tug at her heart at Heather's mention of 'us'. She swung the door and walked up the third story of her house. To Heather.

"Please, where are you?" Heather asked again. She wasn't aware of the shifting shadow on neither the ceiling nor the person standing on her doorway.

"Hemo…" Heather turned around. Blue eyes met the brown ones, each had a thousand thoughts to voice out, yet no one said a word.