"Sebastian what the fuck," Cayden breathes out as she enters the room fully revealing the white tee and basketball shorts that are hanging loosely off her body. Her numerous tattoos drip down from her neck to her lean arms and legs.

Sebastian shakes his head as Cayden purposefully stands between us, "It's not what it seems, I just got a little heated—"

"The fuck if it's not," Cayden crosses her arms over her chest, "Did you not hear how loud you were? Or the fucking wall you just dented in? Are you not self-aware at all?" her raspy voice grows louder with irritation.

"She-we were having a disagreement that's all—which you shouldn't even be getting involved in," Sebastian explains.

Cayden scoffs, "You call that a disagreement?" she shakes her head before turning around fully to face me.

Her dark eyes trace my face as I hold my crossed arms tightly to my body. She tilts her head as she blinks a few times while analyzing the state I'm in.

"I'm leaving," she announces in a huff, "And I'm taking Vina with me," she adds as she glances over to Sebastian whose breaths are growing louder in irritation.

"Leaving? What do you mean leaving?" He asks rapidly as Cayden helps guide me to the door by my upper back, "Like leaving to head back to the city?" he asks again when Cayden doesn't respond.

Cayden glances back to meet his green eyes, "I don't know," she turns back to me, "What do you want to do Vina?" she asks me as her dark eyes stare down into mine.

I want to run away from this life that I managed to create unintentionally, but it's much more... intimidating. Well, now that I finally have the option to do it. It felt like the opportunity would never come, but with Sebastian getting violent with me and another witness to uphold the truth—I finally can leave without judgment or lingering questions about why. When in reality, the why is that I'm simply not into men.

"I...I want to leave," I whisper hesitantly, which causes Cayden to instantly nod before turning to the two pieces of luggage.

Sebastian lets out a loud sigh, "You can't be serious—Vina I'm sorry," his voice grows soft, but I avoid his green eyes burning into me.

Why do I want to cry? I've wanted this for... well since it began, and yet I feel a hole digging itself in my heavy heart.

"Which one is yours?" Cayden asks causing me to point to the smaller silver luggage next to the larger black suitcase. As she grabs the suitcase, I quickly slip on my furry brown Uggs placed at the end of the bed.

As she grabs the luggage Sebastian walks closer to us, "Vina please don't leave... We can figure it out—I didn't mean to—"

"But you did Sebastian, and I've always supported you as your best friend, but I can't support this," Cayden cuts him off before I can say anything.

I glance back to Sebastian standing there with furrowed brows before Cayden shuts the door, blocking my view from the upset man. She walks over to her room next door and grabs her luggage as well before sliding on her black Prada slippers with white fur spilling out of the edges.

Our suitcases glide on the dark wood floors as silence coats the large house—making me question if any of this is even real. I'm struck back into reality when the cold air shoots through my highly exposed body, and my furry Ugg slippers weren't necessarily protecting me against the harsh wind. Cayden guides me to her matte black Mercedes G-Wagon before taking my luggage and helping me into the passenger seat. I sit silently in the luxurious car that smells distinctly like leather and the new care scent. Soon, I hear the trunk shut and footsteps growing closer to the driver's side. Once she slides into her leather seat, she starts the car up and quickly turns on the heat along with the seat warmers.

Silence coats the car as Cayden smoothly drives down the never-ending road. At first, I found myself distracted by the woman next to me, how her tatted left hand gripped the steering while her right arm rested on the middle console with the same ink covering it but with different tattoos. Her dark eyes locked precisely on the road, which easily gave me a good view of her perfect side profile. Sadly, my thoughts began throwing curveball after curveball.

What will my parents say tomorrow when they wake up and I'm not there? What about Sebastian's parents? Will he tell them what happened or will he lie? And as for Sebastian... Is he not my boyfriend anymore? Did I just... did I just break up with him? While it felt good at the moment to finally stop living some facade—I now feel overwhelmed with a mountain of questions. I mean what will I tell my roommates? What will I tell everyone? Did I make the wrong choice? Perhaps I should've just stayed... maybe that would've been easier for everyone.

"Vina?" Cayden's smooth voice calls, which quickly snaps me out of my intense thoughts, "You're... you're crying, is everything okay?"

Out of instinct, I bring my hand up to my damp cheek, which confirms that I had in fact been crying. Wow, that's so embarrassing—the last thing I want to be doing is crying in front of Cayden, I mean she's Sebastian's best friend. I also find her attractive so it's mortifying to be crying in front of her over what seems like my ex when in reality I'm just overwhelmed.

"Don't do that," she whispers her tone growing soft, "Don't hide your face from me,"

I suck in a breath to regain my composure, but it was mostly because her tone threw me for a loop. I doubt she sees me in any type of inappropriate aspect—I mean Sebastians her best friend, and I'm... I'm his ex-girlfriend, I think?

I can't even think of that right now. I can't think of all the repercussions that are going to stem from tonight.

"I'm sorry," I breathe out in embarrassment, "The last thing you probably want to deal with is me crying," I chuckle weakly in an attempt to hide my saddened tone.

Cayden shakes her head, "No-no you have every right to cry, I mean it seems like you just broke up with your boyfriend," she reassures me.

My brown eyes fill with more tears.

Hearing it aloud sounds awful. Oh god, what did I just do? I can already imagine all the texts from my parents—or the reaction on my friend's faces. I couldn't blame them for their reaction... Sebastian is just so damn likable, and in everyone else's opinion, he was the one.

I somehow end up full-on crying, which causes Cayden to quickly pull the large SUV over in the nearest parking lot. She reaches over to the glove box before grabbing tissues and handing them to me and then reaching into the backseat to grab a black sweatshirt that I assume is hers. I hold the soft sweatshirt in my arms as her spiced cologne fills my nose while I manage to have a full-on breakdown in her car.

"God, I'm so sorry," I pat the tissue under my eyes, but it doesn't help the overflowing tears that just won't stop.

Cayden rests her warm hand on my bare shoulder, "Don't be—seriously it's normal,"

I shake my head, "None of this is normal... I don't even know why I'm crying," my voice cracks slightly as my chest rises and falls rapidly, "I-I—and on top of that, I'm crying to you, his best friend," I shake my head as more tears fall from my heavy eyes.

Cayden sighs softly, "You can cry to me, I promise it's not a big deal... how about I talk you through it?" she asks as her thumb rubs my shoulder, "You said you don't know why you're crying hm?" her tone grows softer with each word uttered, and I somehow wonder why she never pursued being a Behavioral Analyst like me.

"I..." I trail off uncertain of whether I should even tell her, I haven't exactly uttered the words aloud.

Cayden's thumb continues to reassuringly rub my bare shoulder as if she's encouraging me to take my time to word what I'm trying to say. Although, I don't know if I'll ever be able to word this properly—let alone say it aloud. It's all just been in my head and saying it aloud seems much more intimidating than I imagined. It also makes all of this real—finally admitting aloud that I've been living a fake life.

"I wasn't attracted to Sebastian in that way," I finally say, which surprises me and even Cayden who raises her brows slightly, "I was just trying to make my parents happy," I add as I shamefully pull my attention away from Cayden who's face is displaying an unreadable expression.

"Honestly... I could tell," she admits as her thumb keeps rubbing my exposed skin.

I tilt my head as I turn to her with glossy eyes, "You could?" I ask in a whisper.

She nods as a smile grows on her lips, "It wasn't that obvious. I'm just really observant, but I'm surprised Sebastian never noticed," she confesses.

I sigh as more tears flood my eyes, "Me too,"

Cayden purses her lips, "So if you're not crying about him, then what are you crying about?"

I frown, "I guess the aftermath of all this," my voice grows weaker with every word.

Cayden's warm hand begins rubbing up and down my arm, which easily causes my skin to crawl with goosebumps, "Who cares about any of that?" she asked as her dark eyes stare down into mine, "You clearly weren't happy Vi," she murmurs and I feel my insides grow warm at the new nickname, but I quickly shut down the silly feelings knowing I'm probably just sad and lonely due to everything that just happened.

"But they obviously don't know that,"

"Who's they?"

I weakly chuckle, "Practically everyone I know... My friends—my family,"

"Well, they will all notice you weren't when they truly see you happy," her voice grows light as she tries to stray me from the dark topic.

I nod with a sigh, "Thanks by the way," I motion to the tissue box and sweatshirt that are resting in my lap, "For this, and for dealing with my crying,"

Cayden shakes her head with a small smile, "Don't thank me Vi—and you make it seem like your crying is the worst thing in the world," she jokes, "It's far from bothersome, if anything I just want to hug you,"

An odd feeling spiraled within me at her constantly reassuring me, crying in front of Sebastian went the complete opposite of this. He always thought I was making a big deal over something so small, which is why he never comforted me. Maybe that's what his parents instilled in him as he grew up—I mean mine did in a way... Crying was always considered as weak to my parents.

"Still..." I trail off as I meet her dark eyes, "Thank you,"

A small smile appears on her pink lips, "How about we stay at a hotel? There's not one far from here, and then we could finish our drive back into the city in the morning," she suggests.