I walked into work the next morning still somewhat upset about last night. I felt stupid feeling sad about what Tyler had said because I knew we were nothing, but it still hurt. "Hey Brooke!" Amber shouted as she sat perched at her desk that was just outside the door to my office. "Hi," I quickly replied, opening the door to my office and slipping inside. "Brooke," Amber said, coming into my office, "Are you okay." "Yea, im fine, I just have alot of stuff to do." I said, hoping she would go away. "Brooke," I have known you for a grand total of a day and a half and I can tell something is wrong. She crossed her legs, her floral, high-low sundress flowing across the chair. "Well last night, I talked to Tyler. She gasped. "And," I paused not wanting to speak the rest of my sentence. Everytime I said it , it was like a knife cutting a little deeper into my heart. "He wants this to be strictly professional." I finished. Ambers mouth dropped open. "What? No, this is so much more. Believe me I am going to make him see." I laughed at her respnse. "Nah, its fine just let it go." She looked horrified at my response. "Brooke," she began, "You love him, if you dont face your feelings, youll never be able to move on." Amber said. I sighed, she was right. "Come on, let me talk to him for you." I didnt want her to, especially because I didnt know what she was going to say. I wasnt ready to trust Amber yet. I had only known her for a little while and I didnt really know her well yet. But, I needed to face my feelings and I knew I couldnt do it on my own. "Ok."I agreed. "YES!" She exclaimed, leaning over my desk and hugging me. "I'll be back!" she shouted running out of my office. I shrugged my head down and stared out my outfit, a pink and black floral dress with black lace straps, a black chambray jacket, and tan equestrian boots. I let out a heavy sigh and realized I should probably get to work. I began to start an article on Tuuka Rask and I drank coffee I thought about how Tyler and I's relationship ended and if he would be able to move past it.


MEANWHILE IN AMBER'S WORLD:

I walked down the tunnel and peaked through the doorto the players lounge to find most of the players including Tyler playing call of duty. "Tyler!" I whispered sticking my head through the door. He turned around and saw me and then got up. "Hey Amber" he said. I lightly slapped him in the face. "Ow, what the hell was that for?" he replied somewhat irritated. "Why would you say that to Brooke!" I said in a hushed voice. "What? Say what?" he looked genuinley confused. "You want things to be strictly proffesional, she still loves you you idiot!" I said loudly. His face sank and he began to look pale. " What?" he sqeaked out. "She's a mess. From what I can tell she hasnt let anyone into her life since you let her go." I said. "Let her go! I begged her to stay, I asked her to come with me!" He shouted. "She couldnt! She had dreams!" I paused, "Nevermind, the point is she still loves you" there was a long silent pause, "Do you love her?" There was an even longer, silent pause. After a while his head turned back to me, "Yeah." he said.


BACK TO BROOKE'S LIFE:
I was sitting in my office twirling a pen, completley unable to focus on my article when Amber bursts through the door. "He,he, he" she stuttered out of breath, "he loves you!" she shouted. My entire body seemed to collapse on the inside.