Tiffany is the victim of scandalizing rumors, directed at her and her new . . . man-friend. Why must Jessica deal with it? Because that's all she's known. She's always been Tiffany's riot-shield. So what's stopping her now? The man-friend. The very core of Tiffany's problems. That means, he's also Jessica's problem, in more ways than one. 

Sometimes I wonder where she is, so late at night, even though I already know. Sometimes... She doesn't even try to explain why she's been out so long when I ask. "C'mon Jessica... I'm tired, let's just go to sleep."   Sometimes, she doesn't use my nickname. Sometimes, when she smiles, it doesn't reach her eyes.                                                                                                                           "I love

You see me sitting, looking around for something to do besides sleeping. You're not smiling, but I really don't get why. She's right next to you, I'm not interfering anymore. I don't see what the problem is, but it's obvious there is one. 

Jessica curled up closer to the body beside her. She pressed her head to the soft chest, listening to shallow breathing. The soft buzz from a refrigerator filled some of the silence. She traced patterns on a pale stomach.  "What are you dreaming about?" Jessica whispered lazily.

Jessica kicked a stone. It slid across the ground before running into another rock; causing the latter to fall into a minuscule ditch. She thought back to a certain mushroom.  "Just like us, huh?" She picked up the now cracked stone; rubbing it gently. It broke apart, slipping from her fingers. She smiled bitterly. "Yup... just like us."

The pictures, frames, and portraits on the wall mean nothing anymore. You've tainted them with another. Do I regret loving you? Not a chance. I just regret ever telling you I did. If I had kept it to myself, I would've been spared the pain, but would I experience true happiness if I hadn't? It was a fair trade, I suppose. Maybe in my next life, we'll meet again; maybe you'll even stay faithful. Until we meet again, bye Tiff. 

If only you could see me. Do you know how it feels when I watch you smother that eye-smiling girl with your attention? Can you tell how much I love you when I tuck you in at night as you cry about TaeNy's rise? Do you hear me crying at night because we can never be? Of course, you don't. You never will. I'm nothing to you... even as I hold your hand, squeezing tightly. Telling you that one day,  you'll forget about Tiffany. I know that will never happen, though. Maybe it's time to say goodb