Short Story: The Last (Part 6)

Western Motel - Edward Hopper

Note: This is where "The Last" ended.

“Oh, Jillian—“

Jillian interrupted Shana’s sympathy. “I just don’t want to be that girl, you know. I don’t want to be like Bridget Jones, in my 30s and at a dinner party with smug couples—not that I’m accusing my friends of ever becoming smug couples—but, still, I don’t want to be that girl who’s single (whether by her own choice or not) while she’s at a dinner with her best friends and their other halves."

There’s just—there’s just something so depressing about it!” Jillian almost slammed down her fork, but instead, she loudly and violently sucked the last bit of peach nectar from her glass through the straw.