"Can you please refrain from saying the relationship we had when Sean's memory was still intact? Can we please just stop making Sean a rope in a tug-of-war? I'm so sick of it, Feline. I wanted you to know that I had given up on the memory he lost." Friya stood straight. Feline looked down, felt sorry for her accusation.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore, please." She pleaded. Feline always wanted to go back to what happened at day. The mistake they had brought upon together. Feline wanted to make sure Friya knew what's the reality now. They exchanged their positions, and that was the most painful part of it.
Friya pursed her lips, looking at the empty hallway. Feline stared at her sneakers, and she didn't even bother to say any more words. Friya wiped the tears away from her cheeks and said, "Please do that for me. As your co-worker and somebody who used to love Sean. I know you can understand that."
