“In the finish, only three things matter. Just how much you loved, how lightly you lived, and exactly how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”

—Unknown

It was a large lie. The biggest rest she’d ever told. It reverberated through her head as she said it, buzzing eerily, and the girl behind her eye—the girl who understood the truth—screamed, and her scream echoed combined with the lie.

“Are you in love with Noah, Mercedes?” Cora asked. “I mean…I understand you love him. You’ve been friends forever. We all have..LEARNING MUCH MORE about The Smallest Component But are you in love with him?”

If it had been anyone else—anyone—Mercedes could have stuck out her chest, folded her skinny arms, and permit her emotions be known. She would have stated him. Nonetheless it was Cora. Daring, beautiful, broken Cora, and Cora adored Noah too.

So Mercedes lied.

And with that lie, she shed him. With this lie, she covered her fate.

She was the very best friend, the bridesmaid, the godmother, the glue. She was there for the nice times and the bad, the ups as well as the downs, the biggest moments and the tiniest parts. And she was there when everything arrived crashing down.

This is the tale of the lady who didn’t get the guy.