A Part of My Memory

Zara

"Wait, pause," Bridget cut me off, processing my words. She was one of the closest friends I had—excluding Harley, of course—but unlike with Bridget, I couldn't necessarily tell Harley that I had fallen for her brother like the idiot I was. "You what?!"

"Quiet," I shushed her. "You don't have to be so loud."

Bridget made a show of looking around. We were closing, wiping the tables down, so there was no one but us in the café, but still.

"I'm trying to understand this without fainting from shock," she said. "You have feelings for your cousin?"

"He's not my cousin, remember?"

"Oh yeah, right. You have feelings for Elliot?" She amended.

"I think so."

"No, there's no thinking so. You do," she told me. "If everything you told me is true then you've fallen hard for the dude. But crap Zara!" She suddenly gasped, "He's engaged."

"I know."

"And his wedding is on Sunday?"

"Correct."

"This Sunday."

"Yep."

"And it's Friday today."

"I am aware of that," I sighed.

"So the wedding is...like... two days away," Bridget calculated. "Why didn't you tell me before?!"

"Because I tried to ignore and deny the feelings but I couldn't do that anymore."

"So what are you going to do!"

"I don't know."

She looked behind her cautiously—even though we were the only ones in here—and leaned forward, "do you want to be his mistress or something?"

"Gosh, no!" I exclaimed. "Bridget, be serious."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she dismissed, and at that moment she reminded me a lot of Serena that it hurt. "But seriously, are you going to go to the wedding?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Maybe?"

She gasped again, "Are you going to object?"

"Object what?"

"You know, when the priest says their priestly stuff then asks if anyone is against the marriage are you going to raise your hand and confess your feelings?" She asked. "Oh please do. That would make the wedding so much fun."

"I'm not going to do that, Bridget."

"So you're going to forever hold your Peace?"

"Probably."

"Oh, Zara," she pouted. "Don't do that, it'll only hurt you. If you're not planning on making your feelings known at the wedding then do it before. You'll regret it if you don't let it out."

"What's the point of letting it out?" I asked. "It's not going to change anything."

"Closure," Bridget said simply. "You'll need the closure."

Just then, the bell above the door jingled, signalling a customer entering. But this was no customer, it was Elliot. Bridget gave me a knowing glance.

"Hey Bridget," Elliot greeted her, but he had only glanced at her before his eyes found mine and he smiled.

For the love of sanity, this boy had no idea what he was doing to me.

"Hey, Elliot. How's your life?" she asked, glancing at me again.