Writing's Second Taste

Chapter Eleven: Goodbye

"What's wrong?" Meg asked when I didn't move, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I was afraid that I was going to turn into one.

"What time did you manage to drag me out of the party last night?" I questioned, taking calming breaths but still refusing to sit down.

"About half past ten or maybe it was eleven, why?" Julia answered and I quickly did the math inside my head. There was more or less a five-hour time difference between here and there so if I think about it now, it meant that I called him at ten.

I know for a fact that these two brought me home the minute they saw me so that meant that I called him up when I was darn busy downing those beers. Also meaning that there was not a single person who could tell me what stupidity I've told him.

The wisest thing to do here was to go call him back and apologize for whatever I blabbered about. I was wholly prepared to do it when my phone rang again and I was expecting it to be him. I took an exaggerated deep breath, mentally preparing myself. However, when I peeked at the screen, it was flashing an unknown number.

Look at this, it's only eight in the morning and nothing has been going as they expected.

I answered it, waiting for the caller to speak out with a hopeful feeling that I might recognize them from their voice. I didn't need to play 'guess who?' since the person already introduced herself the minute I said hello, "Hi, this is Heart Valentine."

My heart started racing and I was torn apart with either being scared shitless or being completely starstruck.

Because if you have Hollywood's Princess calling you directly, you should be jumping up and down speechless with excitement, but that's not the case when you're stuck in the situation wherein you're in an argument with her beloved best friend.

Even if you were mostly the victim here.

Meg and Julia were still looking at me and I quickly excused myself, practically sprinting out of the dining hall and up to my room. Heart was quiet for most of the way, waiting for me to speak and although that was polite of her, I could barely talk so she might as well hang up.

Dear universe, help me get through this.

Sensing that I've chosen to become mute for this conversation, I heard her release a heavy sigh, "I just want to apologize for what happened last night with you and Adam."

Again, she waited for my reply but I didn't provide her with one so she kept talking, "I don't know how much Adam told you about me but I love him, whether that is just as a best friend or more is up to you."

I was well aware that she loved him more than as a friend. So completely aware that I was regretting every single damn day since I got on that airplane.

"And when he told me about you, he was so excited and I assumed that he likes you," she said, "And I pushed him to make a move and him being Adam, complied just to satisfy my meddling."

And there I heard the deep-seeded affection she held for him. She was thankful that he was like that and at the same time, she wanted the very best out of him. She wanted his happiness, just as much as he wanted hers. She cares for him, she wouldn't be calling me right now if she didn't.

Now I had the answer to the excruciating question that I had for them: Why were they still close? It was because unlike my relationship with my ex, theirs was strong and withstanding and was bounded through time with trust and mutual understanding. May it be friendship or romantic love, the exchange between them was equal. They know that something like a confession of wanting more than being best friends shouldn't break off the greatest thing they shared.