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“I told you, you should have done this sooner.”
“Hey, if I had known this was gonna be this much fun, I would have.”
“I did tell you, you just didn’t believe me.”
You huff. “Okay fine! You were right all along and I was wrong. Happy?”
Blair chugs down another shot and winces at the bitter taste. “I’ll be happy when you listen to my advice.”
“Asking for too much, now. Aren’t you?"
"Cool then, mop over a boy for over a month again. Why don’t you?” She retorts with no real bite, rather genuinely enjoying the glimpse of the old you back.
A wave of sadness hits you when you’re reminded about the said boy and you sigh. “He isn’t just a boy, he’s also my best friend.”
Blair immediately regrets her words when she notices the look on your face. “I understand that you would need time but if I hadn’t dragged you out today, you would have not made any efforts to move on for at least another six months.”
You feel an instant urge to deny it but end up not protesting because you know how true her words are.
Moving on would have been easier if you knew the answer to this one question; how does one move on from their best friend?
How do you forget the moments that made you fall for him? Moments when he was the only one you could confide in. When you two would spend hours talking on the phone about random things. When the two of you would sit on the balcony and judge every passerby. The inside jokes, the tears, the hugs, the words of comfort. How do you forget those and tell yourself to not feel the way you do?
And even if you manage to do so, will the two of you really ever get back to being as close as you once were? Won’t that result in you falling for him all over again?
You take hold of another glass of shot when you realise that you were overthinking again. Today your plan is to get enough alcohol in your system so that you do not overthink the little things.
“What is he doing here?” Blair whispers to herself.
“Who?” Your tipsy mind gets distracted by that and you start checking left and right to catch sight of the person she’s talking about.
“Jin.”
Your eyes widen in shock and you freeze in your seat. “Jin is here?”
