Page 12 of Friends That Heal Us
Were we the ones meant to be together?
Does she have feelings for me now?
I know we had a drunken night that led to sex, but isn’t that something that happens a lot between best friends? Especially when alcohol is involved. It’s bound to happen.
Right?
Or am I going crazy?
She told me she didn’t regret it. But do most friends regret it?
I’ve liked Vi ever since I first laid eyes on her. She’s always been beautiful to me. In high school, I fell in love with her. But, if I remember correctly, Rya told me Vi liked Zay.
Then shit got all twisted with Rya and me, and I felt like I lost my chance with Vi. Then she got all twisted up with Zayn. There has always been love for her, though. She’s always been mywhat if.
Why didn’t she tell me she had feelings for me?
My mind has been going a hundred miles a minute ever since Rya said that, and I’m at a loss for words. When I came back into the house after shoving Rya out the door, I didn’t know what to say. Deep down, I’ve always known it’s been her. I’ve always wanted to tell her, but I wasn’t sure how she felt about me.
Everything is so fucked up now, and I don’t know if I should come clean with how I’ve always felt. She’s dealing with so much; I don’t know what the right thing to do is. Besides all that, I sound like an idiot expressing my feelings for someone I didn’t marry and spent so many years being friends with. I really am living in a soap opera.
But if she liked me, why did she end up with Zayn?
“Ezra.”
I blink a few times to shake off my thoughts, then look at Vi, whose brows are furrowed as she stares at me. “Yeah.”
“You seem out of it.”
I shrug a shoulder, still in a daze of the memories. “I’m good.” I stand and reach my hand out to hers.
“Where are we going?” she asks, placing her hand in mine.
“To eat. Have you eaten dinner yet?” I help her stand, and we walk down the stairs together, holding hands.
“No. Did you come over to feed me?”
“I came to check on you, but dinner sounds good now,” I say and lead her into the kitchen. She lets go of my hand and walks further in.
“I guess it’s a good thing Rya came over,” I say. She looks at me with her eyebrows raised. “Because she left the garage door open, and I could get in,” I add with a smirk, wondering if she will ever admit that she ignored me this past week.
Her lips curl under her teeth, holding back her guilt. “Sorry,” she says.
“It’s okay.”
“I was too overwhelmed with everything and didn’t know what to say or what you would say.” She shrugs her shoulders. “So…I ignored you.” She grabs a broom from the closet and walks back over to the kitchen. “But I actually had a good day today. So I think having you around is helping me more than I thought it would.”
My heart thumps against my chest in unexpected excitement. I didn’t know whether or not my presence was helping. Now that I know it does, it makes me feel a lot better about stopping by.
My grin turns wide as I step closer to her to see what she’s sweeping up. My gaze drops from her to the broken glass scattered all over the floor. “Was this Rya?”
“No. It was me. I had the music up loud and didn’t hear her come in. When I turned around, she scared me, and I dropped a mason jar.”
I turn around and grab the trash can and bring it over to her so she can drop the broken glass in it. Once she’s done, I take the trash bag out of the bin and walk it outside to the trash can. When I walk back into the house, she turns to me.
“You didn’t have to take it out; I could have.”
“It was no problem.”
