“I’m such a fool for thinking fairy tales can happen,” she said absent-mindedly.
“I won’t blame you,” Ingrid replied.
“That means you can.”
“But I choose not to.”
“Thank you.”
They were sitting at their favourite spot at the coffee shop, waiting for a movie to start some time later.
“But seriously, though,” Ingrid said slowly. “Genuinely, I think he has a spot for you.”
“A spot for what? Amusement? Someone he can tell his friends about and laugh at incessantly afterwards? Right. Well spot on, thank you very much.”
Ingrid sighed and gave up trying to make her friend see sense.
“He just breaks my heart, you know,” Sophie said, looking at her nails. “In so many tiny little pieces.”
Ingrid opened her mouth to say something, but closed it right back. She took a sip of her ice-blended.
“At least he knows you care.”
“Yeah, whatever. It doesn’t make any difference. Except making the situation worse than ever.”
“What the hell. You said what you wanted to,” Ingrid retorted. “Isn’t that the only thing that mattered?”
“It would’ve been,” Sophie said. “If he’d responded positively toward it. He’s one fucked up bloke, he is. He’s such a wreck.”
“Tell me about it,” Ingrid snorted. Honestly, this guy that Sophie is having it really bad for; he was such a different, complicated case that she just couldn’t ask her friend to abandon. She’d considered asking Sophie to just forget about him, of course, a million times at that. But when she thought about it, it would be nice to see if she could do something about it. Maybe one day Sophie would be able to get his guards down. She would seriously want to be there when it happened. Sadly, that day was never to come. Sadly, she was also hoping it would, just like Sophie.
“Maybe the world would be better off without this thing called hope,” Ingrid mused out loud.
“Nah, don’t say that. It’s what makes the world go round after all. All the things we never want; they’re the ones making the world spin,” Sophie reflected, her eyes looking anywhere but here.
“And all the things we ever want that we could never get,” Ingrid sighed.
Sophie finished the last dregs of her latte and started to smooth down her shirt, checking her watch at the same time.
“We should get going,” she said briskly.
“Yeah,” Ingrid said.
“And don’t worry so much, you know, about me,” Sophie said, putting an arm around her friend.
“I don’t like being stuck in a loser mood for long. I guess I just needed a good coffee and a nice talk. So I’ll be back to normal.”
“Yeah, I wish. But no worries, hey?”
“I promise,” Sophie smiled genuinely.
They started walking in a good pace towards the cinema. Sophie really wanted to forget about last night. She had never been so hurt. But whatever. She guessed that whatever God has in store for her would be far better than what happened to her last night. A girl can only take up so much. And if this guy was planning on hurting her whenever she wanted to help, then maybe she just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe she could live with that.
When the truth was, she couldn’t.
Ingrid gripped her arm, trying to reassure her that it was going to be okay.
God this hurts, she thought silently. All she could think of to do right now was strangle him to death. Damn it, it hurts.
“I won’t blame you,” Ingrid replied.
“That means you can.”
“But I choose not to.”
“Thank you.”
They were sitting at their favourite spot at the coffee shop, waiting for a movie to start some time later.
“But seriously, though,” Ingrid said slowly. “Genuinely, I think he has a spot for you.”
“A spot for what? Amusement? Someone he can tell his friends about and laugh at incessantly afterwards? Right. Well spot on, thank you very much.”
Ingrid sighed and gave up trying to make her friend see sense.
“He just breaks my heart, you know,” Sophie said, looking at her nails. “In so many tiny little pieces.”
Ingrid opened her mouth to say something, but closed it right back. She took a sip of her ice-blended.
“At least he knows you care.”
“Yeah, whatever. It doesn’t make any difference. Except making the situation worse than ever.”
“What the hell. You said what you wanted to,” Ingrid retorted. “Isn’t that the only thing that mattered?”
“It would’ve been,” Sophie said. “If he’d responded positively toward it. He’s one fucked up bloke, he is. He’s such a wreck.”
“Tell me about it,” Ingrid snorted. Honestly, this guy that Sophie is having it really bad for; he was such a different, complicated case that she just couldn’t ask her friend to abandon. She’d considered asking Sophie to just forget about him, of course, a million times at that. But when she thought about it, it would be nice to see if she could do something about it. Maybe one day Sophie would be able to get his guards down. She would seriously want to be there when it happened. Sadly, that day was never to come. Sadly, she was also hoping it would, just like Sophie.
“Maybe the world would be better off without this thing called hope,” Ingrid mused out loud.
“Nah, don’t say that. It’s what makes the world go round after all. All the things we never want; they’re the ones making the world spin,” Sophie reflected, her eyes looking anywhere but here.
“And all the things we ever want that we could never get,” Ingrid sighed.
Sophie finished the last dregs of her latte and started to smooth down her shirt, checking her watch at the same time.
“We should get going,” she said briskly.
“Yeah,” Ingrid said.
“And don’t worry so much, you know, about me,” Sophie said, putting an arm around her friend.
“I don’t like being stuck in a loser mood for long. I guess I just needed a good coffee and a nice talk. So I’ll be back to normal.”
“Yeah, I wish. But no worries, hey?”
“I promise,” Sophie smiled genuinely.
They started walking in a good pace towards the cinema. Sophie really wanted to forget about last night. She had never been so hurt. But whatever. She guessed that whatever God has in store for her would be far better than what happened to her last night. A girl can only take up so much. And if this guy was planning on hurting her whenever she wanted to help, then maybe she just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe she could live with that.
When the truth was, she couldn’t.
Ingrid gripped her arm, trying to reassure her that it was going to be okay.
God this hurts, she thought silently. All she could think of to do right now was strangle him to death. Damn it, it hurts.
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