When Amara rolled her eyes, he furrowed his eyebrows and pressed his lips tightly together. Silas was at loss. He figured she would remain upset about the whole engagement being kept a secret from her. Obviously, he didn’t seem like a best friend if he didn’t tell her of all people he and Tessa were getting married. “Yes. Best friend.” he repeated in attempt to solidify his statement. There was no way he would stop, not until she fully forgave him. She meant so much to him.
As she apologized, he hushed her quietly and shook his head. She had no reason to apologize. “You don’t have to apologize, ‘mara.” he said softly. “I overreacted. You had every right to feel the way you did. It was just –” he paused, “I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted you to be happy for us.” Because if she was happy for him, maybe he’d believe he was happy too. At the moment, he wasn’t sure but he was scared to say it aloud.
He fell caught up in his thoughts, absentmindedly staring at the cup of tea sitting on the coffee table until he heard her ask if she could borrow something more comfortable of his to wear. “Of course, yes.” Silas stood up from the edge of the couch as she began sitting up. “Steady. You don’t want to faint.” he laughed softly, leaning forward to help her sit up at ease. “Hey, wait up. I still need to get your clothes. Do you need help with that?” he asked, watching her struggle with her dress’ zipper.
Silas disappeared into his room to grab a pair of grey sweatpants and his Manchester United t-shirt. He stepped into the living room again holding the clothing in his arms and setting the clothes on the couch’s armrest before moving behind her to help her with her zipper, “There you go. And here you go.” he handed her the shirt so she could put it on.
She should’ve seen this coming. Maybe she wanted to avoid it altogether. it was inevitable that they’d all grow up, settle down and marry and have a family someday but she wished time would slow down so that she could appreciate the moments passed, the good and the bad everything in between. Now, she’s not sure she can support this union between two people she loved most in this world.
“I’m not “ there’s a small pause before continuing. “ not happy for you.” a soft sigh departs. regret. shame. guilt. heartache. all stirring in the pit of her stomach. who’s in the wrong and who’s in the right? A question lingered in the back of her mind. whether she should ask. should she, shouldn’t she? guess it didn't really matter with alcohol in her system. She’d forget most of this in the morning. “But are you happy? this wedding business kind of came out of nowhere and i don’t know.. Do you think that..” ‘ STOP! ‘ begged her thoughts. “Can you make Tessa happy? Could she make you happy?” it stings to wonder if somebody else could make him happy, happier than he’d ever been with her even if all they’ve ever been is friends. it’s another thing to actually hear it from him.
She waited for Silas to return from his room back into the living room and Amara quietly thanked him after he undid her zipper. assuming Silas had adverted his eyes elsewhere for the moment, she began to undress slipping on the shirt he let her borrow, the shirt meeting just above her knees. “All done.” She said, placing strands of hair behind both ears. “How do i look?” tone implied no reply is necessary with a gentle chuckle. more of an observation, a means to lighten up the mood a little. also, this wouldn’t be the first time she’s had to crash at his place and borrow his shirts.
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