The Last Instalment (if only).

So where we last left off, the girl had, against her rational judgement, decided to give it a try. And in some ways, it overwhelmed her. They hung out like they used to, maybe more, and she had a wonderful time. She had Never opened up that easily to anyone before. She, not yet sure of who she is or what she wants, started to hang out more in his room than her own, and unconsciously define herself as "B's girlfriend", instead of "me". She liked him alot, for his easygoing humour and familiar habits, and he seemed to be the only one there vaguely able of filling the massive hole she was feeling inside her. She knew how unfair it was to just seek comfort in that relationship, but she stubbornly persisted, convinced that what was not there could be developed. But gradually, selfishly even, she started noticing details in a person she could not reconcile with herself. She tried to appreciate him for who he is - a funny, charismatic guy who always looked out for her. But why couldn't he understand her? Why couldn't he be more like what she needed? She grew frustrated. His smile always seemed a little brighter when he was talking to someone else. She grew possessive.
But one day, she chanced upon the music room again, and she played the only song she knew how. And for a few short moments, she found herself again. Her head finally cleared. He was not the one. And she, with all the false bravado she could muster, made the break.