But First, Coffee

Lost In The Mail

Two weeks later I was sitting on my bed, a book in my lap, when my best friend burst through my bedroom door. I glanced up at her in surprise and raised an eyebrow,

"Yes?"

"Did you get yours?" She held up a lavender envelope, waving it spastically in the air.

"Oh, I haven't checked." My stomach tossed as she eyed me.

"Well, go check!"

"Anna, I really don't-"

"Go check."

I sighed, letting my book fall to the side, I followed Anna out the house,

"Have you talked to Taylor since that night?" She asked.

I shook my head, "No, I haven't seen him since either."

"You should talk to him, you guys have been such good friends. You need to find out what's going on with him."

"No, its fine." I waved off her suggestion, "Really, I'm sure I'll see him... what, next month?"

Anna shook her head, "next week."

"Week! Really that's so odd," I murmured to myself as I pulled open our mailbox. I removed the stack of papers and turned, heading back towards the house. I sifted through the mail, bill, newsletter, magazine, bill, junk, junk, junk. My fingers came to an end and I paused, "Wait, I didn't get mine."

"What?" Anna asked, shock covering her face.

"I didn't-" I checked through the mail once more, "He didn't-"

I locked eyes with Anna, as I threw the mail down on the steps of our house and stomped to the car,

"Savannah, wait!"

I swung open the car door and hopped inside before angrily flouring it out of the driveway and onto the road. I was beyond pissed as I drove, angry coursed through me. The exit came quicker than I thought as I pulled the car off the highway and into our town. I whipped the car into a parking space and marched into the red bricked café.

The bell chimed above me as always but I couldn't calm any emotion I had. Taylor looked up surprised to see me, "Sav? What's-"

"Why didn't you invite me?" I cut him off in a cold tone.

His eyes looked around wildly, "I, uh, Savannah-"

"Why did I get an invitation, Taylor?"

"Look, it's not what it seems like it is-"

"Taylor. Why didn't you invite me to your wedding?" I asked harshly. I felt tears begin to well in my eyes and I roughly swallowed.

He blinked twice before opening his mouth, "It wasn't all my idea, I'm not the only one making decisions."

"What does that mean?"

Taylor sighed, running a hand through his hair in distress, "Look, Savannah it's just... it's for the best for Julie-"

"Wait, she doesn't want me at your wedding?"

"Well no, I-"

"Wait, YOU don't want me at your wedding!?" I exclaimed. Taylor paused, his eyes siding down. He didn't say a word, "You..." Disbelief washed over me, "It's you? You tried to blamed this on Julie? Taylor, I thought we were best friends I thought-" I chocked on my last words as tears sprang in my eyes.

"Sav-"

"No. Don't." My words came out colder than I had anticipated.

Taylor was caught off guard and stepped back with a start, "Please, I can't..."

"You can't" I laughed harshly, "I can't believe this..." I said mostly to myself. I shook my head, "I hope your wedding day is amazing. I really do, I hope it's everything you ever wanted."

"Savannah, this isn't what I wanted!"

"Well we don't always get what we want... I know firsthand. Goodbye Taylor."

He called after me again as I stormed out the door and back to the car. I slammed the door behind me and let my head fall forward onto the steering wheel. Tears streamed down my face as I felt myself wallow in sadness. Anger slipped past me just as quickly as it came.

And I found myself hating the pity more than I did Taylor.

I could never hate Taylor.