Two Letters That Change Everything

Oblivion

| The state of being unaware of what is happening around you |

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It had taken a whole ten minutes for Florence to calm herself down, but it all went down the drain when she saw Daphne on the other side of her door. Although her tears had dried, it was impossible to hide her bloodshot eyes.

She cleared her throat, begging her voice to be steady. "About what, exactly?" she asked, studying the bride in front of her.

Daphne didn't wait for an invitation. She made her way inside the small room and walked towards the windowsill. The brunette couldn't help but stare, envying the way Daphne composed herself. It was hard to ignore her enticing presence, whereby any room she walked in would immediately light up.

Florence, however, was known to blend into the background. She wasn't shy, per se; she simply wasn't fond of the attention. And unlike Daphne, who was gregarious and boisterous, she had always been reserved and calm. Although, Callum would argue otherwise, claiming that Florence had a wild side that only he could bring out.

"Um... are you going to say anything?"

Daphne stopped drumming her fingers on her thigh and looked up. After a whole minute of trying to find the best words she could think of, she threw all proper mannerisms and etiquette outside the window. "I don't want you at my wedding." Florence glanced at her then did a double-take. But before she could say anything, the blonde kept on going. "I know you're in love with Callum."

Florence gulped. Feeling her knees about to betray her, she quickly sunk into a chair, her eyes darting around the room while making sure to look at anything but the pair of jade orbs burning holes in her head.

She had desperately tried to conceal these feelings for years. But despite the girl's incessant attempts at repressing them, they had always resurfaced, each time with a larger magnitude than the last.

"I'm sorry." Unaware whether she was apologizing to herself or the bride, Florence allowed the desperate words to leave her system. "I don't know when this started, but I do know that I can't find a way to end it. You're right. I'm in love with him. But he's in love with you."

"Is he?"

"Yes!" Florence replied, her sky blue eyes becoming washed up from the tears. "I'm his best friend. I know him. I know that you make him happy, or else he wouldn't have chosen you."

Daphne took a deep breath. Her apathetic attitude always intimated Florence. She could never decipher what was going on inside the jade-eyed girl's head, nor what might come out of her mouth next. "Answer me earnestly. Do you believe he's happiest when he's with you or me?"

How was Florence supposed to answer that? She couldn't help but think that it was a trick question. On one hand, she was his best friend since the moment she was born, and on the other, Daphne was his fiancée.

Florence kept on opening and closing her mouth like a fish, but not a single word came out of her mouth.

The glamorous bride raised her perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Well?"

"I honestly don't know how to answer that," the brunette whispered, her voice failing her. While Daphne's eyes remained the same, the sigh she heaved clearly showed her frustration. "Look, it doesn't matter. Callum loves you. And you know how devoted he is; If he chose you, then he won't ever look at anyone but you, no matter what."

What she was saying was true. However, it was Callum's devotion that was driving Daphne's actions forward. She needed Callum to choose her in the end. And for that to happen, she needed Florence out of the running.