Not how it was planned - Sequel

23. What really happened

Anna’s P.O.V

“What’s up with you? You’ve been dead silent the whole day,” I said while staring intensely at Monica. After all the years we had been best friends I knew her pretty well, and when she was quiet something was usually wrong. Not only wrong but often terribly wrong.

“I’m just tired,” she answered silently without looking at me. Now it was confirmed. Something was really wrong, I hadn’t been sure, but now I was, because when she avoided looking at me I knew she was upset or lying and in this case probably both.

“You were quiet the whole time at the beach with the others, and when we ate food you only opened your mouth to get in the food,” I said and felt myself getting impatient. She knew that she had to tell me, so why even try to resist?

There was a silence; I could almost hear how loud she was thinking. Clearly she was considering if she should come up with a lie or actually tell the truth.

“The truth please,” I said and was surprised to find out that she was staring me in the eyes.

“I wanna go home,” she mumbled so low that I had problem hearing the words, but I heard them.

“What?” I asked to shocked too understand what she was saying.

“I want to go home,” she said slowly, but her words were still weak. Normally I would have been thinking that she wasn’t sure because she was talking so low, but I could hear the determination from miles away.

“Wait… WHY?” I asked and discovered that my mouth was hanging open. Since we were done with school for the year we had no rush getting home, and neither did the others so the sound of going home sounded unfamiliar.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she continued, still as quiet as before. She sounded so unfamiliar, not only because she was so quiet in her behavior but at the same time I could feel some kind of coldness coming from her eyes.

“Do what? Because of Harry?” I asked. I wasn’t asking because I was in doubt, I was asking so I could get her to talk.

“I just can’t… I want to go home,” she said and for the first time I didn’t hear the coldness in her voice, but the hurt.

“Monica, I know what you’re doing,” I said slowly as I watched her head raise and her eyes meeting mine again. “You’re running away from your emotions because you can feel that you’re starting giving in to him, feel something for him again,”

Where I was expecting a nod and maybe some tears, anger took over. She suddenly threw the towel that was lying in front of her on the ground. Normally I would have laughed, but this was so much more than just throwing a towel. She was really pissed.

“It’s not all about Harry!” she said with a voice that was furious that I for a second felt scared. I gave her a second to calm down before I looked at her calmly.

“Why are you so afraid of giving in to him, that poor guy is so lost in you that he’s almost going mad?” I asked and looked at her. I could see how my words were like knifes to her heart. Tears built up in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away, of course.

We were both quiet and I couldn’t help but getting sad. Seeing my best friend so sad and hurt was awful.

“Anna, please…” she begged. No other words were needed. I knew what she meant. She was begging for me to drop it, to not talk about it, but I couldn’t. I needed to help her, to get her through this, and the only way to help her was to break her down.

“He is fighting for you like no one else ever has. You have to give him another chance!” I said trying desperately to convince her.

Her green eyes met mine for a second. They were glittering because of the tears and her lower lip was shaking. Somewhere deep inside them I could see something, something that reminded me of the old her, but it was so deep buried by the hurt and anger.