The Loveless Letter (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 9

POV: Olivia

I was currently driving back to my parent's house with Bree in tow.

The night couldn't have gone any better in my opinion.

A day unhindered.

The shackles of my past didn't seem so heavy. It was easy to fall back into old habits that made it seem like we had maintained our friendship all these years. A few letters had been sent back and forth, but communication had been sparse. This had felt like a new beginning, a fresh start that they both could get behind. It had been such a great night, in fact, that I almost had forgotten Bree was getting married in 2 months' time.

A fact that I was still trying to mull over in my head.

I had to remind myself not to be greedy.

Más vale pájaro en mano, que ciento volando.

(A bird in the hand is better than a hundred in the air.)

Somehow... I couldn't be angry at anyone because I had no one to blame except myself. I chased my career instead of my heart. Bree moved on with her life like any other sane person would. Hell, Bree didn't even know how I felt. Right before I had considered telling Bree, but decided against it, thinking it would've been meaningless since I was leaving anyways.

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, I used the other to rake through my short hair. The nervous tick didn't go away even after the drastic change to my hairstyle. I at least could bear this one. My nail-biting habit was something I tried very hard to combat over the years. I may not have cared for girly-girl things, but I wanted my hands to not look mangled.

It was only minutes later that we finally reached my parents' house.

Traffic was never a problem unless you were driving at the peak of tourism time.

Both of us got out of the car and headed to the door while we walked side-by-side. I wanted to invite Bree inside, but didn't know if I should push. It had been an amazing night already and I would be happy all the same if it ended here.

I looked at Bree from the corner of my eye and she looked hesitant to leave. The thought that she wanted to stay brought flutters to your stomach. Bree's hesitance in leaving though made her follow through in extending the offer.

"Do you- do you want to come in?" I said quickly as I gestured to the door.

Bree's warm smile at the offer confirmed that I had said the right thing.

I was glad that I still had some confidence left in me.

"If you wouldn't mind me being here, I'd love to stay for a while." Bree said with a sad smile.

I wondered why Bree wouldn't want to go back to her fiancé Henry, but in my better judgement,judgement, decided to not bring it up for now.

Making our way through the house was a nostalgic trip for me.

We had done this so often growing up that it was like second nature for the pair of us. We used to be together at all times. But... to be here again a decade later, reunited at last, was filling me with a swell of emotions I couldn't put into words.

Our walk took us to the kitchen where I was planning to bring out one of my favorite wines. I didn't drink wine often, but when I did, I usually pulled out the good stuff. I popped open the cabinet that contained the wine rack and gently removed the 1991 Smith Woodhouse, Vintage Porto, from Spain I'd been saving for a special occasion.