IIIIII"Can I have a mocha with marshmallows?"
"Certainly. Would that be all?"
After she nodded, Chloe turned her attention back to Yvonne. "Hope you didn't wait long."
"I'm used to waiting for you anyway!" Yvonne retorted, sarcastically.
Idle chatter followed, and Chloe was glad that she could relax with her best friend, and her favourite drink. Although Tim was lingering in her mind, she realised that she still had good friends that made her happy. She knew she shouldn't let her vexed and pathetic moods ruin what she had left.
Yvonne's voice broke her train of thought: "Anyway, Chlo, I asked you out today for a reason." She sounded serious, quite a different tone from moments before. "I need to tell you something. Tim and I have been together for a year. Our anniversary is next week."
Chloe choked. "What?!"
"I'm sorry, we should have told you, but he said no. He still says no, and doesn't know I'm telling you now." Yvonne kept a very straight face.
Chloe was shattered. Her heart sank, and she felt herself go numb. She felt as though her chest was being sucked into her stomach, and that her stomach was churning, and the retching feeling was almost suffocating.
"Why didn't he tell me?" Chloe fought to keep her voice stable, but the single teardrop told no lies about how she really felt.
"He says because he knows that you would be upset. I say because he still loves you." This time, Yvonne's voice quivered. And then she too, broke down. "I love him too, Chloe. Sh[/i]it, we're in a mess this time!"
Chloe reached her hand out and cupped Yvonne's. "No, we're not in a mess. He's your boyfriend. And that's the way it will stay. Don't worry about me, I'm fine! Don't let my return change anything, including our friendship, ok?" She was surprised at her strength.
"You don't understand, Chlo, he doesn't love me. He loves you. He always has! I knew this and still fell for him." She paused to take a deep breath. "I hope you can make him happy again. I certainly don't seem to be able to."
Chloe didn't understand. It was so unlike Yvonne to be like this. So debilitated, so withdrawn. She remembered when they were ten, Yvonne would fight with the boys in school when they pulled her hair; at fifteen when she said "She's gone to a better place, I'm happy for her" when her mum passed on; at twenty when she broke up with her first boyfriend because "Women are so empowered these days, why should we give in to men?" Now, at twenty-six, it seems the astute Yvonne is diminished.
"Yvie, what makes you think I can make him happy?"
"If you can make him sad, you can make him happy. Don't you see? Only the people closest to your heart can ever hurt you. He let you in, that is why you managed to do the damage. Just don't screw him up again, huh?" Yvonne's tone was slightly more composed this time, even indignant, yet resolute.
Chloe didn't know if Yvonne was doing this because of their timeless friendship, or because her logic told her that there was no point in fighting anymore. 'She's right though', Chloe thought to herself. Tim did love her, and only her, which made her feel even greater remorse. How pathetically stupid she was, to have had thrown away the only thing that ever made her truly happy. She chastised herself, and abandoned herself in doleful sobs.