Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Where to Go from Here?

POV: Third Person

Estella and Eric found themselves sitting dumbfounded on the couches in the cafe, as their perspective dates made a veritable spectacle of themselves in front of a room full of strangers.

"Uh...your boyfriend just chased away my date!" Eric exclaimed, confused and gesturing towards the door.

"Fuck." Estella uttered, under her breath.

"So, should I even ask...or...is the night over?" Eric piped up, with an exasperated shrug.

"I'm sorry, Eric." Estella uttered, lowly.

"You're sorry? For what? What's even happening right now?" Eric continued to gripe.

"Part of the reason for this night was so they could squash their shit. They haven't been talking for a while." Estella explained, vaguely.

"What did he do now?" Eric demanded, in frustration.

"It's their stuff, I don't know how much they're comfortable putting out there." Estella replied, reluctantly.

"I think the ship's sailed on that, Estella! Everyone in here now knows that something's going on with them!" Eric argued.

"Alright! Alright!" Estella exclaimed. "Let's just go out there, and see what the hell is going on."

Eric sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, but followed Estella as she got up from the couch and walked towards the door.

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"Come on, Del! Please? Just talk to me!" Milo pleaded with his estranged best friend, as she continued to stomp down the sidewalk.

Delilah turned around, her eyes swimming, and her face grimacing incredulously.

"You really don't want to hear what I have to say." She seethed, pointedly.

"Yes, I do!" He argued. "I want to hear it. I deserve it! Whatever you want to throw at me. I'm here for it, Delilah. I'm here for you."

"You're not there for me, Milo. You've never been there for me." Delilah scoffed, angrily.

"Then...it's about time that I was." Milo countered, carefully. "I'm a shitty friend, Delilah. And the worst part is...I was completely oblivious to it. I'm so fucking sorry."

"So now all of a sudden you give a shit? Why?" Delilah demanded.

"Because I can't stand seeing you hurt. Especially when it's my fault." Milo expressed.

"Ah, I see. So you're motivated purely by guilt?" She clapped back.

"No!" Milo groaned, in exasperation. "Well, some of it's guilt, yeah. But, I think I have a lot to feel guilty about don't you?"

"Oh, I don't dispute that, Milo!" Delilah snapped. "But that's not good enough. I'm not here to make you feel better!"

Estella and Eric exited the cafe and looked around, spotting the two friends continuing to argue in front of the building. They weren't sure how to proceed. Did they interrupt, or just wait? Or, should they not be hearing their conversation at all? They stood frozen and indecisive.

"Then tell me what I can do! What do you want from me, Delilah?" Milo demanded, desperately.

"I wanted you to be my friend. Maybe to give a shit about me?" She expressed, pointedly.

Milo shut his eyes and sighed.

"It's much more complicated than that, Del." Milo uttered, softly. "And you know it."