Juliette Pov

　　People went past me as I walked down the five-foot way towards the bus stop. Out in Melbourne, I inhaled in the air as I walked towards the stop hoping to catch a bus to the State Library of Victoria. Catching the glimpse of the bus that was going to stop in the stop, I hurried my pace and thankfully I became the second person to climb the bus stair out of all those people who crowded behind me for the bus. I took the second-row seat of the bus as it looked it was the only vacant seat and slipped to the window side looking out of the running bus.


　　Four months has passed since I moved back with Dad to New York and then just in two weeks I ended up deciding that I would be shifting to Melbourne, Australia with Kiara away from all those painful and stinging memories of both the man whom I dedicated my heart. I still don't blame them but myself because I knew I was the only one to be blamed for all those things that happened in my life.

　　Firstly, I still can't believe how could I ever fell in love with a fake person and secondly, I was dumb enough to fall in love once again with a person who looked at me because I was only one of his responsibility or should I say a deal to which he was bound to look after. But foolishly enough, even though I knew that I managed to get my already broken heart into pieces when I could have taken some time and mend it back but curse my fate for making me fall head over heels over a man who never really thought of me more than a deal.

　　I pressed the bell of the bus when I saw my destination and as the bus came to a halt I walked down the stairs and walked towards the library. It turns out that moving to Melbourne with Kiara turned out to be the best decision that I have ever taken in my life. Away from my home, away from my relative's sympathetic glances because they still think I was the victim in that marriage and most importantly away from those memories of where I met both of them for the first time in my life. Though the second one was more dramatic and convincing of how my life has turned out after all that.


　　Kiara and my mom have been supporting me whilst dad still keeps on ranting that his decision to bring me back away from all those criminals was correct. He has decided that he won't ever put his foot back in that dark world for it brought nothing but pain to his beloved. That is the reason when I first told him that I wanted to move with Kiara to Melbourne, he was the first one to support me in my decision and he helped me shift. Even though it's been four months but still I just can't forget anything. His face, smile, eyes has just plastered in my mind and it's like no matter how much I tried to forget him but it always happens the opposite.

　　Averting my mind to books and research relaxed my brain and made me forget about all that has happened to me. I made my way towards the library hall and walked to the lady in the counter for reissuing the book that I have reading recently. The book was 'Beyond Good and Evil' by Friedrich Nietzsche. It was a philosophical book and it kept me busy from my chaotic world. As the lady reissued the book and gave it back to me I walked towards the center of the hall to sit on reading it. I have already reached the last pages of the book and I wanted to finish it badly. As I reached the end of the book, I heard my phone beeping. Embarrassed as the readers near me looked at me with an annoying look, I mutter a quiet sorry and fished the phone out of the bag to find a text message from Kiara. What does she want when she clearly knows I'm in the library?


　　Kiara: "Come back home as first as you can!"

　　"Why? What happened?"

　　I turned the sound off and kept the phone next to me on the table continuing with my book but then the lights of my phone blinked indicating a text message.

　　"Just come back straight home, after you are done with your book."

　　"Fine! I'll be there in an hour though!"

　　"Okay."

　　After that, I kept the phone back in the bag hoping nobody to disturb me until I finish the book. It took me twenty minutes to finally finish the book. As I was done, I couldn't help but think how the author of the book wanted his readers to know about noble. The ending weak poem though pulled me completely into it which referred to how a noble soul sitting on a mountaintop wishing he had more friends. Unknowingly the book brought back sour memories. It somehow indicated the situation I was in. Even though I had Kiara as my friend but still I found myself lonely. It even gave me that daunty feeling where I constantly found myself in a place where I kept on imagining I'll be left alone for the rest of my life. As much it looks scary it is the truth.

　　Someday, Kiara will be moving on with her life wanting to create her own beautiful and happy life with her husband, kids, her family. I'm just her friend and as she is my only friend I shall be left alone with nothing but rusty memories. But then I slap my forehead thinking I was just being melodramatic, pulling myself into an ocean of weird thoughts which people named it as philosophy.

　　After I returned the book, I made my way out of the library and back towards the road. I wanted to walk back just spending some time with myself even though I have been doing the same things from these past few months. It was only me with myself. Catching a bus back home, as I reached the place which I have been calling home for this past few months. Kiara and I took a house in rent in Melbourne. It was a four bedroom house and had spacious rooms that I liked but the reason we chose to rent the house was that the house was surrounded by boundaries which gave space to roam inside the house perimeter. I loved to roam until late night in the garden and sit near the glass door which faced the garden. And it was even more comfortable because the police station was near and the police officers continued patrolling the area late nights. It made us feel safe and our neighbors were Kiara's friends.

　　I used my key to get in but as soon as I got in something was thrown on my face and stunned by that a squeak escaped my mouth.

　　"You said an hour, but look at the time its already two freaking hours. What took you so long?" Kiara yelled at me as if she was my mother.

　　"Sorry, mom!" I rolled my eyes at her and looked at the dress in my hand that she previously tossed on my face.

　　"Where did you bring this from?" I asked trailing my finger over the green with a black pattern over its hem bodycon dress.

　　"Do you like it?"

　　I heard yet another voice and looked towards the source to find Mariana walking to us from the living room. She was one of our neighbors.

　　"Hey Mariana," I greeted and walked close to Kiara who took the dress away from me.

　　"I bought it for you," she said and I looked at her in confusion.

　　"What? But why?" I asked the blonde woman as she smiled showing her dimples indicating her eyes towards Kiara.

　　"Kiara!"

　　"What? Oh yeah! She went out for shopping so I gave her your measurements and told her to buy you a dress in her way back home," Kiara answered and handed the dress back to Marianna.

　　"Yeah, but why?" I asked.

　　"Because we are going out today in the evening and guess where?" she asked, her eyes shining with mischief."

　　"To the club!" she threw her hands up in the air excitedly and like a kid ran back into her bedroom.

　　"Kiara!" I followed her.

　　"I am not goi-"

　　"Oh cut that I'm not going crap. You are coming and that's final!" she said and turned around crossing her arms over her chest.

　　"Look I'm just not interested. I don't want to go but you all can go," I said and looked back when Marianna walked in.

　　"I have had just enough of you Juliette!" Kiara bellowed in agony.

　　"Do you even look at yourself? Oh my god! Juliette," she walked up to me and turned me around by my arms and I looked at myself in the mirror before me.

　　"Look at yourself! Just look! You have just ruined yourself. And do you know what? You are keen on ruining yourself and you know it doesn't you?"

　　"Look at all those eye bags because of your sleepless nights. Do you think we don't know that you sit the whole night in the living room or roam around in the garden? Marianna has seen it, Eve has also seen it from her house's window, do you think we are stupid? or do you think that roaming and crying the whole night will change everything? For god's sake move on!"

　　"Your life isn't over but you are the one who is keen on destroying your own life! What is your age? You are not even that old to think that you have just accomplished every goal in your life and now you will sit near the fireplace enjoying and reminiscing the happy days of your life. You're even worse than a coward. Giving up on life so easily!" she turned me back to face her.