The Blueness of a Blue Wild Flower

Chapter XI

It was snowing and the skies had turned greyer than it was. Euphemia and Kyleigh stood in the cold floor of the balcony. They had towels wrapped around them.

"You know you can still change everything," Euphemia said tonelessly.

Kyleigh looked at her with discontent, "Why would I?" she grimaced, "Why would I take his happiness away?"

She chuckled, "Because you and I both know that bullshit isn't going to last long."

"Why can't you be positive about him and her?"

"He tells about her as perfect as he could," she said, "but every bone in my body whisper in harmony that she's a bitch," she rolled her eyes as she grimaced tonelessly, "and besides, it's against what he preached."

She rolled her eyes, "And why would I have any reason to support that?"

"Kiwi," she chuckled, "everyone knows that I do things precisely," she rested her arms in the railing, "even when I make guesses."

"And like what he kept saying to you," she turned her head to Euphemia, "you can't calculate everything," she huffed.

"Then how could you ensure he'll be happy in the future?" she chuckled, "Have you seen the light in his eyes when he's with you when we were kids?" she said, "Did you see how he stood tall when he introduced you to our huge circle of friends?"

She grew silent and stared an envelope below her phone.

"I do," she said tonelessly as her expression turned down cast, "clear as if I'm seeing it right now."

Her eyes were casted on her fingers that played with each other.

She turned her eyes to Kyleigh, "And I bet you remember his saying about loving someone?"

"Who wouldn't?" she said, "He kept reminding me about it," she chuckled.

"Good," she said, "because he was right about you listening," she smiled, "Don't you know he doesn't believe he could prove that quote or any of his words?"

She arched her brow, "That would be a bit senseless, wouldn't it?"

She shook her head and chuckled, "No, it still would."

"How?"

"He's the type of person who wants you to prove things to and for yourself," she smiled, "but he's also very sure that life would prove those things to you," she said tonelessly, "he's just giving you a head's up."

She smiled, "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because of what he believes," she looked with her doleful eyes, "it's going to end bad for him, and you can prevent that."

"What do you mean?"

"He believes he won't prove it to himself," she rested her chin on the railing, "at least that's what it sounds like," she said, "and I know you could, not immediately, but someday."

"But didn't he say life would prove him right?"

"It already did, he just turned to the wrong call," she said tonelessly, "and life would make him realize that he was right," she continued, "but in the wrong way, the way he doesn't deserve."

She shrugged, "I don't get you."

"You'll get it sooner or later, just make sure it isn't too soon or too late."

"What, you think I can do it?" she looked at Euphemia with haunted eyes.

"Why else would I tell and beg you to do it?" she huffed, "He deserves to end up happy," she said, "and he deserves to be happy with you."