The Loveless Letter (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 8

POV: Bree

I was alone.

Why was I alone when we were supposed to be preparing for our once in a lifetime wedding?

Well...

Henry had to go back to New York and 'sort a few things out'. His own words. He said he believed in me and then took the next plane out like it was the easiest decision in the world.

So, there I was in our rental all alone when I got a text. I thought about ignoring it, but it was so quiet in the house that I decided looking at my phone was better than being left with her thoughts.

Liv: Hey

My heart beat a little faster when I saw that it was Liv who texted me.

After the incident at the boutique, it finally felt like we were back on track with our friendship. I might have thought Liv was avoiding me purposefully after she came back. Now, with this new information, I could see I was just being stupid. Of course, Liv was struggling. I felt like an ass for even thinking that Olivia was intentionally being rude.

Bree: Hey! What's up?

Did that come off as too much?

Ugh...

I hated that my brain second guessed everything.

Liv: Nothing...but I was wondering... Are you free tonight?

I pondered that question for a moment. I should probably take a breather. The wedding, Henry, the job, etc... There's been a lot of stressors in my life. Taking a break to have some fun catching up with my best friend sounded like an amazing idea.

It was decided and there could only be one response to the text.

Bree: Yes. An obvious yes.

I might've agreed that I was free tonight, but Izzy was very vague about what they were going to be doing. No hints, no details, nothing. We ended up agreeing to meet up at Liv's house, so at least that was something.

Instead of worrying about it, I tried to relax on my way over to the Rodriguez's home.

Breezing through the small town, it took no time at all to get to the familiar house I'd been to a million times over. I could admit I was nervous. I wanted some one-on-one time with Liv. Just being in her orbit made me feel 100 times better. Not knowing whether the one I loved could end up dead at the drop of a pin for the last decade didn't do wonders for my anxiety. I was always a little high-strung, but it just seemed to get worse with age.

When they got the phone call from Liv's superior officer, I couldn't help the growing dread in the pit of her stomach. In my better judgement, I calmed myself down while Mrs. Rodriguez talked on the other end of the phone. I ended up doing research online and found out that service members come in person to notify you for a number of reasons: notification of death, if their status in unknown or if there m.i.a. Getting the call was a relief unto itself... knowing she was injured and relocated to a hospital in Germany was like a punch to my gut.

I shook my head to stop this trip down memory lane. The past was the past and Liv was here. She was finally here for good. It remains to be seen whether that was a good or bad thing for my poor heart.

Knocking on someone's front door never felt so damn hard.

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