Love You Too: PART EIGHTY SEVEN

-TIFFANY-
"Nate, you came" I said, from my position in the doorway. I'd been stood there for a few seconds, having literally just arrived at Mollie's new room. She'd already greeted me with her usual glare and malicious behaviour, but as soon as Nate appeared, she let down this facade and instead, an impending sense of gloom and hopelessness passed over her face.
"What are you doing here?" she said, trying to maintain her tough and angry exterior, but allowing it to falter as she spoke to him.
"Tiffany told me to come, what's happening?" he said, turning from her to me.
"Mollie, I found something today. Something that's made me lose all anger towards you"
"And what's that?" Mollie replied, fiddling with one of her nails.
"I saw your writing on the wall."
That was all I had to say to Mollie before she froze, and then dropped her head so she was looking down towards her perfectly manicured toes.
"What writing?" Nate asked as he edged closer into the room.
"Do you want to tell him or should I?" I asked Mollie, looking at her exasperated and lifeless body.
"I will. Ever since that day when you asked to go on a date with me, I've dreamt about only one thing: marriage. I've never felt this way about anyone before in my life; literally no one has been this close to me, and I've never wanted something or someone this much. I mean, just look at yourself, you're perfect, in every way. I wanted a piece of that, and I knew I could have it as soon as you asked me on a date. But then you and Tiffany got together, and at first I was okay with it. I figured you'd break up and that you'd come running back into my arms, but then there was that day when you asked her to marry you and you realised she was pregnant. That day convinced me that I could never ever have you. And that's why I left for the Caribbean the day it happened. I had to get away from what was happening not only to you, but to myself as well. I couldn't stop thinking about you though, and that's why Charlie and I broke up: every time he kissed me I found myself dreaming it was you and I just couldn't take it anymore when I opened my eyes and it wasn't you. So all I've been clinging on to is that we had something really great together, and when I found out about you cheating, well... It was like that whole relationship was false, and everything I'd been clinging into was false too. I'm sorry, I think you should leave" Mollie finally ended, her head sinking back down.
I've never felt truly sorry for my best friend. No matter what happened, she always rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, and she always maintained her New Yorker attitude through it all. But now she seemed empty: like a deflated balloon that would never soar into the sky again.
"Mollie, I really am sorry" Nate said, going to sit alongside her.
"Please don't say that. You're not: you're married now, and that's all that matters to you know. I have no hope left, and that's what's killing me. I shouldn't have taken it out on you both, but I just don't know what to do with myself. I want us to be friends, but I just can't see you with her instead of me, I'm sorry" she said, looking across at him.
"I don't know what I can do to help you" he said as he placed his hand on her knee, to my disgust.
"There's nothing, you can just leave me now. I'll survive, I always do" she said, placing her hand on his bicep.
"I'll leave you two if you want?" I said, glaring at Nate a little.
"No. Both of you should go. I'll get over myself soon enough, and when I do I'd really like to be your friend again, Nate" she said, placing her other hand on his collarbone.
"Of course. Again, if I knew what I could do, I'd do it" he said, rubbing his hand up and down her arm twice.
"I'm sorry, Mollie" I said, looking back at her devastated face.

-NATE-
"What the hell was that?" Tiffany asked, throwing herself on me as soon as we were halfway down the corridor.
"What?" I replied, taken aback by her anger.
"Her leg? Her draping herself all over you?"
"Tiffany, what else was I supposed to do?"
"You were supposed to stand by your wife, not feel up her best friend."
"I wasn't?"
"Save it for her. Maybe you shouldn't stay with us tonight" she said, placing a hand on her stomach to acknowledge the baby.
"No, T. Please" I said, immediately regretting it all.
"Yes. Go and stay with Charlie, I've noticed he's got your bed still in there" and with that, she left me abandoned outside our room, gawping and lost, with her nameplate still depicting her maiden name.