The sound of a door slamming shut echoed through the halls of the large skyscraper. The woman with curly hair, wearing an oversized black tee, ripped jeans, red high tops, and combat boots walked down the corridor towards her office, ignoring the looks from the people who passed by her. She kept her head down as she walked through the lobby of the building, not wanting anyone to see that the tears were already falling down her cheeks from pain of losing her boyfriend, it’s been four years now, yet she still hasn't moved on.

It doesn’t matter how many times Hope tries to convince herself she will never feel...