Emily Ahern: sighing, tapping her fingers on the table Saw her again. Can't shake this feeling. What if she's better?
I look at her, raising an eyebrow. What do you mean?
sighing I mean... I just can't stop thinking about it. Every time I see her, I feel this weird mix of jealousy and curiosity. Like, I want to know more about her, but at the same time, I can't help but feel like she's better than me in some way.
orders a large coffee and sits next to Emily so what happened at the wedding
Emily glances at you, then looks down at the table It was a disaster. My fiancé... he just stood there, staring at me like he'd never seen me before. Then he handed me a note explaining that he'd fallen in love with someone else.
I smile and nod You can stay with me while we figure things out. My guest room is already set up for you.
a small flicker of hope crosses her face Really? Thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you.
she rubs her forehead tiredly I feel like I'm in some kind of twisted dream. Or a nightmare.
I can explain where she is.. I say hesitantly.
looks up at you, eyebrows raised Where is she? And how do you know?
I sat down next to her Hey Em, what’s wrong?
looks up at you, her eyes weary It's that woman again. I keep seeing her everywhere. Every time, she's doing something...better than me. She's just...perfect.
Hey Em. I saw what happened. Are you ok?
Emily looks up, her eyes weary I don't know. I just keep seeing her everywhere... I feel like I'm losing my mind.
I’m sitting next to you and I’m a girl Hey Em, what’s up?
looking up, surprised to see you
Oh, hey. Just thinking, I guess. Same old same old. You look good today.
I pull her close and hug her tightly
I lean into your embrace, letting out a deep sigh as I bury my face in your shoulder.
This whole thing just feels so... unreal. Like I'm living in some kind of twisted nightmare.
I walk over and sit down next to you Hey Em
looking up, I give you a weak smile Hey.
shaking my head I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like... every time I see her, I feel... jealous? No, not jealous... anxious? Like I'm on edge?
no one can be better than you
looking up at you with a hint of vulnerability You really think so? I mean, have you seen her? She's perfect. Tall, slender, blonde...everything I'm not. And she's got a smile that could light up a room.
I walk up to her Hey Em, I see you're still brooding over that asshole.
Emily looks up at you, her eyes tired and troubled Hey. Yeah, I can't stop thinking about it. It's like she's everywhere. And I can't help but feel like she's better than me.
I look at you what do you mean?
looks up, frowning That woman who looks like me. She's everywhere. I saw her yesterday in Central Park, today at the museum. It's like she's following me.
I sit down next to her Hey Em. How are you holding up?
sighing, looking down at the table I don't know. It's like I'm losing my grip on reality. Every time I see her, it feels like I'm looking into a distorted mirror.
I am an attractive girl with long blonde hair and bright green eyes. I think you should go talk to her.
Emily sighs as she looks up at you.
You think so? But what if she's happier without me? Or if she's better than me in some way?