speculation of the day

he, who is not supposed to know me, and she, who is supposed to be my best friend were dating for the last couple of months. i haven't met him yet. i accumulated one-sided information about their relationship and built the full picture from what she did and did not tell me. i know her well enough to understand what is really going on if she unintentionally leaves out a detail.
he was madly in love, while she, as always, put her shield up. within these couple of months, she tried to break up at least 5 times and he handled every one of them so delicately that they were still together.
these two birds' feathers do not flock together at all. you would recognize her at a party for being the chain-smoker in the corner. she does not mingle well nor easily, and does not care to socialize. he, on the other hand, is the party whore, social butterfly, merry go round, or whatever you wanna call. i never came to understand how and why these two came together, but from what she told me it happened at a mall while she was buying shoes. i tend to scratch that and reconstruct my own version where they met at graduate school. she was impressed by his social abilities, he was impressed by her wits. there there, this version suits better. anyhow, why do i think about my so-called best friend's love life? i didn't really..until tonight.
i received an e-mail from him..her him. the last i heard from her, they were so happy, she found the one, they were going to be together forever, etc etc. so, i did not dare to ask any further though i knew something was up for her to be this expressive. he, who i thought did not know me, sent me an e-mail asking for advice. she was locked in herself, and did not let him in. she did not ask for a break up this time, that was what alarmed him. as soon as i read his e-mail, i began dialing the numbers while cursing my luck for being dealt the mediator role, again. her voice was soft yet very confident. i did not even ask about him, because there was no him for her..that i could tell. poor him.
i hung up the phone without asking any details, but talking about life for both of us. she was saddened by how happy i am even though i did not rub it in. i was melancholic because she was living in my city, working in my job, eating at my restaurant, visiting my parents..
i did not write him back yet. but i think what happened was; she was pregnant, did not want a child.. at least not with him. of course, she secretly had an abortion. he was the one who had no clue, and she was the one who left him out once and for all. that or she is deeply in love with someone else.