Weeks pass, one after another. I visit Aurora regularly. She's not attending Uni because she has a broken shoulder so she's stuck in her apartment, bored most days.
I've finally transferred my course and my classes start in about two weeks. I'm working hard to put my life in order.
Jarrod has tried contacting me more times than I can count and yet I've ignored him. I'm lost without him, but I can't tell him, I can't expose the darkness I feel to him, because he'll never want me then.
"Jarrod asked after you the other day," Aurora says from where she is sat on her bed, reading a magazine. "I didn't realise you two were friends."
"Friends?"
"Yes. He said you were."
"Oh, yes. We've spent a bit of time together."
I don't want to have to explain myself.
"He likes you, you know?"
Aurora's watching me closely for any reaction.
I keep a firm hold on my emotions as I try to think up a response.
"I... we're just friends."
"Just friends?"
"Yes."
I hope that she will drop it.