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Venessa's P.O.V After coming home from the diner, there I lay on the couch with the Harry Potter series playing in the tv in front of me, and no matter how many times I've already watched it, I don't know why but it always seems new and exciting to me, it never gets old. And as much I'm enjoying the movie playing in front of me, I still couldn't get over with the conversation I had with Andrew, it keeps on coming back into my mind, especially when he said that I'm gonna regret it, what did I even do? and what am I gonna regret? I still can't believe what happened. I thought I could trust him. I used to rely on him, but I guess they're right, nothing lasts forever, just like our friendship and soon my marriage. I couldn't help the sigh escaping from my lips, as I ponder what I even did t