The ceiling continued to look the same: grey and boring. Mia had been staring at it for quite a while now and, though it stayed pretty much the same since she started doing it, she didn't really want to get up.

All Mia wanted was to stay in bed and forget about everything that happened that day, especially after the disaster that took place that morning.

What was she thinking?! asking out her crush of two months? How in the world could she have ever thought that would work out!? The awkwardness and embarrassment she felt after being rejected were ingrained into her memory forever.

"I'm never going to love again." She whispered.

A snort came from the other side of the room and she turned her head away from the ceiling to glare.

"You're so dramatic." Rosé said from where she was reclined in the desk chair, never once lifting her gaze from her book. "it's not like you've known her for long, you're just chronically romantic."

"I don't think you should be pointing any fingers," Mia huffed as she sat up on the bed and pointedly looked around the room, the room wasn't big by any stretch of the word, a downside generated from the last renovations on the house, she thought, and the fact was only made more obvious by all the shelves covering the walls, each filled to their maximum capacity with books, small piles of them occupying the floor and desk. "your book obsession can only be rivaled by your fixation with romantic novels, and we both know they just make each other worse."

"That's completely different."

Mia snorted, "Sure it is."

"No," Rosé said, snapping her book closed and finally looking at her, "it really is. I am not interested in silly, fast-paced love stories in books, why would I put myself in that place in real life? see, that's the difference between you and me, I want to enjoy the slow- and let's be very clear here, conscious kind of love. Not much of a fall...more like a calculated dive."

Mia rolled her eyes and fell back on bed. "I don't understand."

"I didn't expect you to." Rosé sighed, and Mia could hear the sound of pages being turned not long after it.

Mia was still feeling numb and sad, which was normal given the circumstances, but spending some quality time with her best friend was exactly what she needed.

Playing around, chatting about silly things they read on a post somewhere or complaining about how annoying her coworker, Tom, was did wonders when she wanted to cheer up a bit before facing the world again. Rosé was always complaining about her lack of self-preservation skills and how impulsive she was in all her romantic persues, of course, but she was also always there for Mia when it counted.

"Are you going to be working at the Café tomorrow?" Rosé asks when Mia starts pulling her books out of her backpack.

"Yeah, I was thinking about finally asking Mr. Clint if he could try some of the recipes I've been adding notes on..."

"Well, tell me how it goes then. Oh, and don't forget to call me if he goes through with it, I'm always free for taste tests." She says with a smirk.

Mia just rolls her eyes and continues to rummage through her backpack. Where was it? She had already taken all of her books out and looked into all the possible pockets! She had even checked the impossible ones- the ones who only served for putting cards and small notepads!

"You alright there?" Rosé asks after she notices Mia desperatelly searching through her things.

"No, I'm not!" Mia exclaims, dramatically dropping her backpack on the ground, a cold feeling she recoginized as a mix of panic and dread making its way up her lower back and turning her stomach, "My journal is gone."