"It's a pretty ring," Yuna comments idly, peering down at the diamond on your left hand. It's as though it stares back at her with a sharp-toothed, mocking grin. She almost grimaces. "Must've been worth a pretty penny,"

She doesn't know why she accepted to catch up in this café with you. Then again, Yuna has always caved so very easily for you. If you asked her to bring you down the stars, she'd wrap lassos around them to pour them into your hands.

What a shame you aren't hers. You're engaged to someone else, and a man, at that.

The two of you have been friends for years. Yuna had been seven when you invited her to your table during lunch back in elementary. She'd been a transfer student. Japanese was all she'd known back then, and some classmates simply didn't have the patience you did.

Yuna knew something was different with her when girls began to gush about boys in middle school. She never found the appeal in watching them practice soccer. She was much more interested in the soft perfumes, neat hand-writing, and cheerleading practices.

It was on no surprise to Yuna that she fell for you. How it tore at her heart when the two of you were finally old enough to go to clubs and see you kiss a man on the dance floor. For your sake, she swallowed the jealousy that gnawed at her throat.

After finishing college, Yuna came out to her parents. It didn't fare well for her, and she got disowned. She has yet to tell you so. Hell, she has yet to even tell you that she likes women. And that she's in love with you.

All of those feelings came back when her gaze fell on you after agreeing to meet up after months of no contact, and all hopes to declare her love were buried under rocks when you revealed you were marrying soon.

Yuna wants to wish you good luck on your marriage, but how can she?

"... I don't like him," She says then, jerking her head towards the man on the picture you're showing her. Your fiancé. Eurgh. Jared's some boy from college. A rich playboy. "Wasn't he a bully?"

She would treat you so much better.