Anna walked at a slow pace as she entered Cristina's bedroom. She wasn’t even sure if she would be welcome.
Because even though she denied it, she knew deep in herself that a lot of her best friend and Arthur's arguments as of late centered around her.
It felt as if someone had punched a hole in her chest as ahe took a seat at Cristina's study desk and gazed over the room.
They had spent countless nights in here, laughing and just hanging out. Anna felt the tears prickling her eyes, knowing that Cristina would no longer be in her bedroom, listening to her iPod or watching television.
They would no longer share their crazy moments, and Anna could no longer listen as Cristina described the latest party she went to or the latest guy she was dating.
Things were changing so damn fast.
