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To Make Her Smile
by Fate


Chapter Twelve

The future suddenly seemed bleaker. It was only six o’clock at night, and Theresa was already in bed, wishing she could just go to sleep, wishing she could just forget about Ethan Crane forever.

It wasn’t going to happen, though. Ethan Crane would always be part of her being. Fate was evil that way.

A knock on the door subsided Theresa’s sniffles.

Pilar walked in, her face full of sympathy.

"Mija…" she whispered, sitting down next to Theresa on the bed. She wrapped her arms around her and Theresa’s tears once again unleashed themselves.

"Mama, why is this happening?" she sobbed. Pilar stroked her hair and sighed.

"You’ve known all along that Ethan was going to marry Gwen, mija. Why is his moving the wedding up making such a big difference?"

Theresa pulled away from her mother and looked out the window.

"Mama…I’m meant to be with Ethan. I just knew that he would realize that before the wedding."

"Theresa, fate is only something that exists in the movies. You can’t base your whole life around wishful thinking. Ethan is marrying Gwen on Saturday, and you are just going to have to accept that."

Theresa just sat there in silence, staring out her window.

"Mija, I feel horrible but I promised Gwen I would be back."

Theresa nodded. She knew what she had to do. Earlier in the afternoon, she had written a letter to Ethan.

"Mama, would you give this to Ethan, please?"

"Theresita…" Pilar warned. Theresa shook her head violently.

"Mama, it’s nothing bad. It’s my way of ending things. I’m putting Ethan behind me once and for all."

Pilar kissed Theresa’s cheek and took the letter.

Theresa lay back on her bed, the tears still pouring.

She was going to go to Miami. She loved Ethan too much to get in the way of his happiness.

I love you Ethan Crane. I love you not because fate means for us to be together, I love you because you are you. You are the most wonderful man in the world, and I would give my own happiness up to make you happy.

But why was she feeling like Ethan truly needed her to be happy?

Move on, Theresa. It’s over. Ethan made his choice. You are not it.

Ethan was sitting on the back patio, staring off into space when Pilar found him. What had changed between Theresa and him in the past couple of days? Why was he feeling like he was losing part of himself by marrying Gwen? It was like moving the wedding up had killed his friendship with Theresa. All day they had been courteous to one another, nothing more. Theresa had left around three, complaining of a headache. The kiss wasn’t mentioned.

Ethan was at a loss. Should he go see Theresa, to straighten things out? That could be bad though, given the attraction he felt towards her. Maybe he should leave things as they were. Then Ethan could maybe move on without feeling too much regret.
Why was he feeling regret, anyway? It wasn’t like he loved Theresa or anything. She sure as hell didn’t feel anything like that either. She made that clear when she asked what she could do to help the wedding plans move faster.


Ethan’s heart began racing. The he realized it was only Pilar.

"Pilar. Hello."

"Ethan, I have something for you."

She pulled a letter from her pocket and handed it to him. It was from Theresa. Ethan could tell that loopy handwriting anywhere.

"Thank you."

Pilar walked back inside and Ethan slowly opened the letter.

Dear Ethan,
This is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, but here goes. I can’t attend your wedding. Please leave it at that. If you value our friendship, please let me be. This is something that I can no longer deal with. I wish you much happiness.

The doorbell rang around eight. Theresa stayed in bed, knowing that Miguel or Luis would answer it. The bell kept ringing though, so Theresa slowly pulled herself out of bed, not bothering to conceal her misery.

She slowly drew the door open. Ethan was standing there, his face full of worry.

"Theresa, what is the meaning of this?" he demanded, thrusting the letter towards her.

"Please, Ethan, let it go. I can’t discuss this with you."

"Theresa, please. You are the most important person in my life-"

"Other than Gwen."

"Right. Other than Gwen. You are my best friend Theresa, and you are telling me that you can’t go to my wedding. I think I deserve a reason."

"What do you want me to say Ethan? That I have another priority that I must attend to? Well, the truth of the matter is that I just don’t want to go. Is that so hard to accept?"

"Theresa, why don’t you want to be there? Please, Theresa, I need you there!"

"Ethan, I asked you to respect our friendship and to let it be. Why are you going against my wishes?"

"Because you are such a big part of my life Theresa, and I want to know why you aren’t going to my wedding!"

Ethan looked at her closely. She had tearstains running down her cheeks, and he noticed that the light was gone from her eyes again. After he had worked so hard for it, the light was gone.

"Have you been crying?"

Theresa shook her head.


"Theresa, please don’t lie to me. What is wrong? Why are you so sad again?"

Theresa couldn’t look him in the eyes. Why was he doing this?


That was it. She couldn’t take it anymore!

"Theresa, pl-

"I SAID NO, ETHAN!" she yelled, startling him. "I can’t bear to watch the love of my life marry someone else!"

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