We spent the Christmas and New year days in joy and mirth. Ted occasionally visited his father and I would accomany him. Those long drives were fun - filled and our relationship bonded. I got to know more about Ted and he too got to know a lot about me. We didn't usually behave like a sick couple madly in love. We still acted like good friends. We didn't disturb each other's privacy nor did we text sappy and corny romantic lines to each other. I was contended with this type of a relationship which was free from any expectations.

I celebrated New year twice. Once in my town and second in Norway. I wondered how Ted always managed to find the best places on earth to kiss me. It was beautiful when we kissed in a quiet, deserted place during New year's eve and the fireworks exploding in the sky.

I sighed and smiled in satisfaction after recalling the moments that I'll cherish forever. I walked in my room and I heard some noises from the closet. The door opened and Poppy emerged out.

"What the hell, Poppy? I have warned you to stay away. Piss off!" I yelled and Poppy flinched. She turned around and I noticed her scared expression. Sweat trickled down her forehead and she played with her skirt awkwardly.

"What happened?" I asked and she quickly shook her head. Without uttering a word, she ran out of my room. I frowned and yanked open the closet door. Something was wrong, I could sense it. I walked in and peeped through a crack into Ted's room. I gasped and my heart skipped a beat. My world shattered when I saw Ted and a girl sucking each other's face.

They were on the bed and the girl was on top of Ted. She kissed him with so much passion that I wanted to throw up. My breathing rate increased it's pace as I felt suffocated. I didn't know what to do. I mustered up some courage to confront him. I took a sharp breath and pushed open the door.

"Ted?" I croaked. My voice was shaky and uncertain. I was supposed to be mad at him and yell, throw stuff at him. I was supposed to cry and slap him. But, I couldn't. I felt weak and I hated myself for that.

The girl got up and started yelling at Ted. Ted looked puzzled as the girl claimed to be his girlfriend. She accused him of two timing and since I emerged out of the closet, she accused me of doing much more with Ted. I just stood there and watched the scene unfold.

The girl stormed out of Ted's room and Ted still sat on the bed, looking confused as hell. According to me, he was just putting up his looking innocent act. I was disgusted by him.

"Abby, I can explain - "

"Why, Ted? Why? I believed you, I trusted you. I loved you," I said, my voice barely audible. I smacked my head mentally since I unknowingly confessed to him that I loved him. We never went beyond like, then how could I say that? At least, love was in the past tense.

"Abby, wait - "

"No, Ted. We're done," I said firmly, though my eyes were welled up with tears. I ran in the closet, entered my room and shut the door. I quickly locked the door and ignored the loud knocks and bangs. The door to love was closed on my birthday.

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