“Say, what do you want to tell me? I’ll see what I can do,” I answered seriously.
Monica wiped her tears off and smiled. “That’s fast. Aren’t you worried I might ask for an impossible favor?”
“If you do, I’ll just refuse. But if it’s something menial, I can help you out if I get the chance. Christopher still sees you as his sister after all.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not an idiot, you know,” I mumbled.
“I know you can do this. It’s a simple request.” My answer amused her, and she laughed. When she was done laughing, she handed me a little box. “Tell him I said sorry. He’s a great brother, but I let him slip from my hands unknowingly. This is my parting gift for him.
“I’ll be going overseas to pursue my dreams and career. My mentor told me I can rise to greater heights as long as I work for it. Alas, love made me stop my pursuit, but now that I’ve unloaded the baggage, it’s time to resume the pursuit for happiness.”
“I’ll relay your message to him, but I think he’ll be happier to hear you tell him yourself. No matter what, you two grew up together, and you’re just like a sister to him. He won’t mind the little details.”
It had been a while since I last saw Monica, but her change was tremendous. She used to be arrogant and ostentatious, but she looked calmer and restrained now. She was as soft spoken as ever, but her newfound calmness added to her charm. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she was a goddess on earth. In zoomer terms, she passed the vibe check hard.
The more I looked at her, the more insecure I was. Yes, I was hot as well, but I was nothing compared to Monica. “Good thing I’m not friends with you. It’s gonna be hard standing beside you. I mean, you’d steal the limelight all for yourself,” I muttered under my breath.
Monica was surprised I’d say that, she chuckled politely. “You’re an interesting woman, Yvonne. If it weren’t for the history between us, I would have wanted you as a friend.”
I scratched my head and smiled dryly. “We can still be friends now.”
“Let’s put that on the shelf for now.” Monica shook her head adamantly. “Don’t forget to invite me to your wedding. I’ll be sure to attend it. We can be friends then.”
Eventually, the announcer was calling all the passengers to board the next flight. It was Monica’s flight, so she looked at the time and told me, “It’s my flight soon. Take good care of Christopher… he deserves every ounce of kindness in the world. He cares for you a lot, so don’t break his heart. If you do that, I’m coming back from Anglandur to take him for myself no matter what.”
“Then you can forget about that plan because you’re never getting that chance,” I gave her my promise, though I was slightly annoyed. I’d appreciate it if you don’t crack that kind of joke.
“Goodbye, Yvonne.” She waved me goodbye before going into the terminal. Just before she disappeared from my sight, I stopped her, “Are you sure you don’t want to say goodbye to Chris, Monica?”
“You talk too much. I might just kiss him if we meet, you know. It’ll make the headlines tomorrow, and you can do nothing about it, you dummy.” She stretched her hand and poked at the air. It was supposed to be a thuggish move, but it looked lovely when she did it. Cute.
Maybe that was how Monica was really like. Honestly, I’d take that over her indifferent attitude any day. She was so down to earth.
As her flight took off into the skies, I stared up to see it off, until the airplane was nothing but a speck among the clouds. Goodbye, Monica.
