Here she was again. A wedding to another best friend. A man. And they always welcoming her and introduced, "Isane; she is the kindest of all. The best among my dearest friend!"
And again, she smiled while watching the groom and petite bride exchanging vows. Petite. Small. Cute. Something that never associated with her.
She always towering others. Especially among her female friends. While standing on par with some male companions. She always be the giant. The kind one.
"I thought you and him were an item?" Asked Rangiku. They were having their drinks together after office hour. The woman she adore a lot. Sexy, beautiful and confident. Again, not something Isane would be described of.
"We are only friend. Best friend. Nothing more. He fell in love with her. Love at the first sight." A very bitter reality to swallow.
"How about you?"
"Nah... I never imagined to marry him." A lie. A half lie. She've imagine how would their life if they ever married. Maybe a small house with a toddler or two. She will play a good housewife. Cooking and cleaning in a cute ruffled apron while tending their children. An imagination that shattered the day he confessed to fall in love. With another woman. A friend. A cute and petite friend.
Not her. The giant.
And the pattern repeated for multiple times until she lost count.
"I'll buy you a cake," said Rangiku. A sweet, decadence and sinful cake as remedy to broken heart. Every single time.
"You'll meet someone who will appreciate you more."
"Thanks."