Me and Cari stand in front of the door, saying our goodbyes.
"Ill miss you" she says teary eyed.
I nod. "Ya. Me too. And I'm sorry, but I'm just gonna tell you." I let out a big breath. "I never loved you" I say, but not harsh, more of in the way trying to be nice, not breaking the persons heart but you do anyways. "I always liked you as a friend. Im sorry, but nothing more"
"I know." it sounds like she's swallowing her tears. "I know. I never wanted to believe it but I did always know it was true. And thanks to a friend, her experiences have helped me make a decision I will not regret."
Oh god, what now?! Oh great! And now its story time.
"Because the thing is, it's like my friend Vicky. She lived with this bloke-student housing, five of them all packed in. And this bloke was called Sean. And she loved him. She did. She completely adored him. Spent all day long talking about him. Martha: Yes. 'Cause he never looked at her twice. I mean he liked her. That was it. And she wasted years pining after him. Years of her life. 'Cause while he was around she never looked at anyone else. And I told her, I always said to her, time and time again, I said, "Get out." So this is me, getting out." and without saying another word, she steps out the door, shutting it behind her.
I take a breath and a moment to let that sink in. Im guessing she doesn't want me to see her ever again. Could that be the last time I ever saw her? I may not have loved her, but it doesn't mean I didn't like her. I even told her I liked her. But I liked her where, I don't want to live my life not seeing her again.
I clasp my hands on my face and realise there was tears. I wipe them away and call Arleen.
