Calories
"Cassie, that's a bad idea! That's a hundred calories a spoonful!" Your best friend (ever the health buff) moans as you lick the last bit of hazelnut chocolate off your spoon with a relish.
"What? It's all gonna go to my thighs not yours," You grin, fully aware that the rich chocolate has coated your teeth. "Want some? I'm willing to share."
"Gross! You are SO not cute." Mia replies, tossing her wealth of brown hair over her shoulder. Her eyes widen when she spots "Look, there he is! He's coming! Don't you dare wave at him!"
Ah, nothing like a good old dare to challenge you. You raise your arm up and wave at the man in question, an eager grin on your face. "Mark! Over here! Mia's got something to say to you!"
Tamara's stricken look morphs into a murderous glare.
"You'll thank me later," You say with a wink. "Have fun." When Mark approaches, you casually leave your seat and let the two have their moment together. Honestly, you adore Mia but she'd never admit her infatuation with Mark unless she's shocked into it.
You resist the urge to look back, ignoring the twinge of pain twisting in your heart like a knife at its core.
This is the right thing to do. You say to your yourself, mouthing out the words. Mark is a good person and Mia has loved him since 5th grade.
You've loved him since 1st grade but who's counting? It's not like you'll tell him.
Especially since you're dying.
