She was sobbing and swirling inwards into an uncontrollable frenzy of alcohol consumption. He saw her sitting at the restaurant table and came by. He held her around the shoulders and said, “Hey… sorry I was a bit late.” She just sobbed and gazed at the table, before chugging on the bottle again.
“Do you… want to talk about it?” He asked her considerately.
“What’s there to talk about? It’s over, everything is over” she told her longtime friend. It pained him to see her in this state.
“What’s over?” He inquired.
“Hopes and dreams. Walks on the beach. Sleeping next to him on the lawn under the sun. Ambitions on being married to him, owning a house together, having three kids. It’s done! It’s over!”
He held her tight and told her it was going to be okay.
“It’s not okay! He was all I ever wanted. I freaking almost fainted when he first asked for my phone number. I almost cried when he went on a vacation with his friends and came back after a few days. I was literally broke yet lost $5,000 on some bullshit holiday package with him that never happened, but it was okay, it was alright, because I still had him and he had me and that’s all that mattered!”
“Go on” he said. She chugged the entire bottle of alcohol and slammed it on the table. Her mascara was running below her eyes. She was a hot mess.
“I did Dave. I did all that. I gave up everything for that man, I had so much aspirations and dreams” she started sobbing again, “And now I have nothing.”
He hugged her shoulders tight again and she quietly whimpered over his chest. How he had desired her over the years and had secretly wanted to date her. He just never had the opportunity to ask because she had become so infatuated with this new guy. They had continued to remain “friends” but he knew definitely that wasn’t the reason why he was around her. He broke the silence and asked her, “So what happened?”
She stared at the empty bottle and responded, “He didn’t like birds tweeting.”
There was a deep silence.
“Wait… what?” He asked.
She continued, “He didn’t like birds tweeting loudly in the morning against the window. How could anyone not? We weren’t meant to be. I ended it.”
“Just like that?” He asked in a state of confusion.
“Mmhmm” she nodded sadly.
After the evening dinner with her, he came back to his apartment. His roommate asked him, “How’d it go? Did you get to have a second chance with her?”
He took off his shoes, sat on the sofa and asked his friend to bring him beer from the fridge. He took a sip and responded, “She’s nuts. I’m ending it.”
“Just like that?” His friend asked.
“Mmhmm” he nodded.