She looked at the last table, near the window. She remember every single time she sat there with Rachel, hanging out, bitching about life… Chloe sighed. She knew she hadn’t any right to be angry at Rachel for being with Frank. She always knew she didn’t stand a chance, so she remained silent. She never told Rachel about her feelings, knowing it’d make things awkward. She preferred to suffer in silence rather than destroy their friendship.

“If I knew this would happen…” She thought, looking away. “At least you’re in a better place than this shithole, Rach. You and Dad.”