Aurora stood still for a while, fist balled and her chest heaving.
I don’t know her next action, but I hoped she wouldn’t do something stupid like try to fight me. She might not know me, but I am not really opposed to fighting in the middle of a family-friendly cafe.
“I thought you were going to help me.”
“Aurora, I hardly know you. Christian is old enough to make his own decisions. And I really do like him. I’ve liked him for so long that I can’t remember a time when I didn’t like him.”
“Stop talking,” she said softly, not even looking at me. I was already on a roll, and slowing down or stopping was really out of the question. I was going to do nothing of the sort. I had to get it out of my chest, all of it.
“And I don’t want to keep hiding how I feel about him. Honestly, I have no idea what would happen if I told him, and he doesn’t feel the same way. But Aurora, I’m scared to lose him too. Aside from being someone I love, he’s someone I’ve always had by my side. I don’t think I could survive the loss.”
Was that too honest? I didn’t know, but I also didn’t care. I took a deep breath to steady myself. That was the most I’ve ever admitted to anyone about how I felt about Christian. Even with Allison, I’ve been evasive, admitting it but not really saying much about it. She knew I felt something for her brother, but love?
I scoffed at the realization that it wasn’t simply the feelings I had for Christian, which shouldn’t surprise me because if I’ve managed to hang onto it for this long, then it wasn’t an ordinary emotion.
“You’re not going to tell him that,” Aurora’s voice pulled me out of my head. I was so lost in it that I didn’t even realize she was already sitting down.
“I will,” I said, and I believed my own words for the first time. Whatever I was feeling, it would be more terrifying if I went through life without telling Christian how I felt about him. I wanted him to know how much I cared about him, and if he felt differently, like Allison said, then at least I tried.
“You aren’t going to do that,” Aurora said, and rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t love you; he has never felt like that for you. If he did, in all of the years you’ve known each other, it would have made a show, so maybe spare yourself the grief and don’t interfere in our love story.”
“It’s hardly a love story if he cannot stand the very idea of you. Listen, Aurora, from one girl to another, don’t pine over a man who doesn’t want you. It’s not a very good look, and threatening someone with feelings for said man is even worse. You’re better than this, and you don’t really need to hear it from just me. More people should say it to you.”
I didn’t wait for her to reply; I got to my feet and looked down at her. “I hope we never meet again, and if we must meet, this should not be a matter we bring up again. Everyone should pursue their interest by themselves, and may the best one win.”
I turned around to walk out of the cafe, hoping my racing heart wouldn’t fail me now. Seeing the look on Aurora’s face as I left felt gratifying. I hoped we never did see each other again, so I could remember her with that look for the rest of my days.
Outside, I stood in front of the cafe for a while, allowing the sun to hit my face. It felt like it was a brand new day for me because it’s not every day that someone gets to admit that they’re in love with someone, and that too, to the ex of the said person.
Honestly, at that moment, I felt like I could do anything. Instead of hurrying over to Christian and confessing my feelings like I was sure I implied I was going to do, I pulled out my phone and texted Allison.
Hey, wanna hang out?
Her reply was instantaneous. Like you have to ask, I have so much to tell you about dinner last night. Meet you at the Clover Club?
I couldn’t help the grin on my face as I typed my response. I knew I was going to get details of what went down at the dinner, one way or another. But having it at the time when I needed my confidence boosted, it felt like the universe was desperately trying to align in my favor.
See you in 30 mins. I’m already heading in that direction.
I grinned and started my trip to the club.
Chapter Fourteen
Christian
It would be safe to say I bit off more than I could chew. Refusing to be together with Aurora was one thing, but doing it because there was someone else was something else entirely. Now, my family knew I had feelings for someone, while the person I harbored the feelings for had no idea.
Aurora has called more times than I could count, and I was surprised that she hadn’t shown up to the house demanding to know what was happening. I wondered if she had finally come to her senses and realized that there could never be anything between us.
Since the dinner, I have been ignoring everyone so I can think about what my next move would be. The only problem was my parents had also been calling, demanding to know what I was thinking, turning Aurora down.
Luckily for me, Allison was giving me the much-needed space I needed to piece my thoughts together. I knew for sure she was curious about who this mystery girl was, but how do I tell her that I feel greatly for her best friend?
Would she care? Would she forbid me from seeing Fiona? I didn’t think it would be possible if my sister asked that of me. If she told me she was against seeing Fiona, would I back away? If Fiona was to turn me down, would it matter to me?
Of course, it would. What was I thinking about? I’d be absolutely wrecked if something like that were to happen. I figured the best course of action would be to call my sister and talk to her first. She’d be the perfect person to gauge the situation.
I needed an outside view. A second opinion because I was already tired of hearing my own.
I picked up my phone to call Allison, but a knock came on my door. When I opened it up, Allison was standing there with a bottle of wine in her hand.
“I figured I’ve given you enough time to think about it. I’ll be leaving soon, and I don’t want to leave when you’re still sulking.”
“I’m not sulking,” I said, and moved to the side so she could come into the house. I hugged her, inhaling her lavender perfume, which I got her for her birthday.
“I’m sure you’re not, you big baby,” Allison said, and pulled away from the hug. “Come along and tell me all about what’s been troubling your heart.”
“Nothing has been troubling my heart,” I said, but followed after her.
Allison ignored me. “I ordered pizza. It should be here soon.”
I watched as my sister walked into my kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses, ignoring all the protest that fell from my mouth. I knew she would never believe me, and no matter how much I tried to argue my case, I shut my mouth and accepted the glass of wine she handed me.
Almost immediately, the doorbell rang, and she flashed me a smile. “That must be the pizza.”
And then she rushed to the door and returned with a box of pizza shortly after. I watched all of it, my confession sitting on the tip of my tongue. There was no way I wasn’t going to break if she asked me about the person I had given my heart to.
A plate with a slice of pizza is shoved in my direction, and Allison gestured toward the living room. I followed her, pretending that my hands weren’t too sweaty to hold the glass of wine and the pizza plate.
