Willow
I stare at Jack's retreating figure until he walks out of the restaurant exit and disappears out of sight. Slowly I turn to Ava, whose eyes are still glued to where Jack had been seated as her chest rises and falls quickly.
She is livid.
I don't blame her for feeling that way, not when she had hoped that things were starting to work out, especially when Jack accepted to go on a date.
This is all my fault; I should have realised my feelings sooner, then at least she wouldn't have to go through this.
Yet I don't feel a shred of guilt. I know I should, but the fact that somehow I can't bring myself to makes me feel like a horrible friend.
I should tell her about Jack and me, but I realise that now isn't the right time, not when she is this emotional and still overwhelmed by Jack'
