Zoe realises for the first time what her best friend truly means.
|I looked up at my best friend over the steaming mug of hot chocolate I cradled in my hands. Tears filled her eyes and as they spilled over onto her pale cheeks, my heart broke. My eyes stung as tears filled them. And right there in the little cafe in the small booth we were crammed into, I cried with her.
Reaching forward, I took hold of Lucie's hand. It was soft and warm and I felt the briefest smile tinge my lips as she squeezed my fingers. She finally met my eyes.
"I should have listened to you, Zoe." Her head was shaking as she wiped away her tears. "I mean, you said he was an ass. I knew he was. I just didn't want to see it."
"You gave him a chance and that was the right thing to do," I reassured her, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"No. The right thing to do would have been to follow your advice but as usual I didn't." She sighed and another wave of tears flooded her eyes.
I squeezed her hand again as another chunk of my heart broke off. She was the only person in the world who could hurt me without hurting me. Whenever she hurt, I hurt. It had always been that way with Lucie. From the first moment I met her it was like we were meant to be. We shared goals and talents and hobbies and sometimes even thoughts. She was my soulmate. I felt the pain as much as she did and as she sobbed, her slender frame shaking, I wished I could make it all better.
Jack had dumped her. Sure they'd only been dating a month but Lucie was the sort of girl who fell deep. It had happened before and it would happen again.
"Why do I always pick them?" She threw her hands up in the air as she looked at me again. Her eyes were red.
Why did she? Why couldn't I answer that? Lucie deserved to be with someone who loved her and cared for her like I did. My relationship hadn't been anymore serious than a date here or there. I never found anyone I truly connected with. Not like Lucie.
My heart slammed. Suddenly everything made sense. Lucie, my best friend, my soul mate. She was the one I wanted to be with. Confusion clouded my mind as I gazed at my best friend, seeing her in a completely different light. The soft contours of her skin, her pale blue eyes and slender frame. I had always thought she was pretty but now I realised it was more than that. I was attracted to her, much more than I cared to realise.
What does this mean?
Lucie's tears slowed and she sighed that final sigh of relief. Her shoulders drooped and finally the weight was gone. A smile lit her lips. "God, I'm so stupid."
"No, you're not." No that's me for not realising what you truly mean to me.
Leaning forward, Lucie wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me forward in a soft embrace. Her vanilla perfume filled my nose and her slender frame felt warm and perfect in my grasp. Tufts of her brown hair fell onto my shoulders and across my back. It tickled and I smiled.
"What?" She pulled away, a smile lighting her lips too. My hands fell into her lap.
"Your hair tickled."
Her smile grew. That beautiful smile. Her hands dropped down to clasp my own. There we sat, facing one another. My hot chocolate was long forgotten, the only thing that mattered was Lucie.
"Lucie..." her name came out in a ragged whisper. I had to tell her.
"Yes?" she asked, her voice a soft rolling cloud.
I opened my mouth to try and explain. To tell her. Instead, I leaned forward and my mouth met her perfect pink lips in a tender kiss. Her eyes widened before closing. I didn't want to lose the connection. It was perfect, just right and ending it could only mean one thing: I'd lost my best friend.
Finally, I pulled away, my head hanging. Silence filled the gap between us. I've gone and done it. Lucie will never want to see me again. I—
Instead I felt her gentle hands hook my chin and lift my head until I met her gaze. Heat flooded my face and I dropped my eyes. I couldn't bear to look at her, to hear those words come out of her mouth. There was a gentle pop as her mouth opened. She was about to let me down. She was going to break up with me.
"I just realised why it never works with any of the guys I date?" Her voice was low, silky. I watched, waiting for her answer, waiting for another chunk of my heart to fall. "It's because they're not you."
Before her words sunk in she leaned forward and her lips met my own. My heart skipped as the most beautiful woman in the world kissed me. Her soft hands wrapped themselves in my long hair and her tongue teased my lips. My groin tingled.
"Lucie, it's you. It's always been you," I whispered into her mouth. I felt her smile.
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