*Christmas-flavored short fiction*
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When I finally navigated through the gaggle of Christmas shoppers and icy sidewalk patches, Monique had disappeared into the crowd.
Then I noticed a coffee shop across the way and instinctively knew that is where she had gone. Before I could think twice, I made my way through their doors and found her sitting alone at a corner table sipping on an iced tea with her holiday themed bags scattered at her feet. I never understood how Monique could enjoy iced tea instead of hot chocolate on subzero days but it was one of the quirks I loved about her.
I slid into the seat in front of her and extended my hand to touch hers. She quickly hid them under the table.
“You have to stop this. We have to stop this. It makes no sense to be falling for me,” Monique sighed loudly. Frustration overwhelmed her face as she put her tea to her lips but didn’t take a sip.
“You know that we can’t stop. Why haven’t you been texting or calling me back?”
“Trying to remain friends is not going to work…”
“Monique, don’t say that…”
“Look, there is just too much history between us. We can’t be “just friends”. We both need to move on and get back to our real lives. You’ve got her and I’ve got him so we shouldn’t be calling. Harry is my husband and I plan on keeping it that way.”
Monique was visibility upset and my heart hurt just looking at her drowning in denial.
“I don’t have her anymore. Because of you, I let her go. I love you and you love me. That will never change.”
“None of that matters now. Harry is a good man who loves me. You and I could never make it work. Unlike you, I’m not sure what I feel for you. And even if I did love you, it would cause me nothing but pain and complications that I don’t need in my life right now!”
Monique’s words were like a slap to my face, which was already flushed with shame. She turned her head and stared out the window at the falling snow, refusing to look at me.
I pushed away from the coffee table, stood up and stared down at her.
“So that’s it? You’re dismissing me just like that Monique?”
“It’s for the best Rebecca…for all involved.”
Monique’s eyes were full of lies and the fact that she called me “Rebecca” instead of “Becky” irritated the hell out of me.
“Wow! Just…wow! And to think that I would rather have had bad times with you than have good times with anyone else in this world…But I’m done trying to convince you of what you already know to be true. Eventually you won’t be able to deny who you are and what you are. And when you realize that the one you’re with is not the one you really want, it will be too late. Tell Harry I said Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!”
I turned on my heels on Monique and stormed out the coffee shop before my tears could flow, thinking about how alone I would be on Christmas Day.
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