At first when Carla told Margaux what she knew about Rafe, and how she would never be more than a sideshow to Eliza…Margaux was not sure that they were going to be able to be friends much longer. She was not sure if Carla was going to have certain ideas about her because she was involved with him, or because she did not want Carla to speak badly about the man that she loved……and who was the father of her child that would never be born.
Margaux knew her eyes were damp, and she knew that Carla was going to say something about it.
Carla looked at her with soft eyes, and put her hand on her thigh. Margaux closed her eyes tight, and felt a tear pull from the tightness. When she opened her eyes, she saw the tear splashed on the top of Carla’s hand. Carla continued to rub her thigh.
She had told Carla about the baby, about the baby that she never let have a chance to breathe in this world. She had ended her pregnancy for so many reasons, and she did not doubt them…but she wondered at the miracle she had let go. What would Rafe had done? What kind of father would he have been?
“He surprised me,” Carla said, not looking at her. “I did not think that he would be a stand-up dude like that for you. I did not think he would be this cool about it…”
Margaux nodded, knowing it was a lot for Carla to say that to her and that was why they were friends. Carla knew she was in love, she knew that she was in love with Rafe way before she did. Carla knew she was interested in him before she did, Carla knew all of her secrets as if she was a part of her. Being friends with Carla was like holding a mirror to herself.
Margaux looked at her friend, and in her eyes, she saw her own mirrored. She put her hands on her now empty stomach, and imagined there was still something inside of her…
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You describe Margaux’s sadness so well. It’s good for her to have a friend!
Rebel xox
PS: Love the photo *grins*
yes, she definitely needs a friend, and that is one of my friends!!! xxx