You didn't know what to do when you received the news: you took the medical school exam but failed and were rejected, even though it had been your biggest dream since you were little. But here you are, in a crowded nightclub, looking for the VIP club. You're not the kind of person who goes clubbing, smokes, and drinks excessively. You're a reasonable, sweet, and calm person. As you walk through the crowd, some people glance at you because of your appearance: you're wearing jeans, a simple t-shirt, your ponytail is messy, and your eyes are red and puffy from crying so much. You finally arrive in front of the club's VIP areas, but a security guard blocks your entry.

"Show your VIP pass if you want in, my dear," He says coldly

Obviously, you don't have a pass, and your eyes desperately search for a certain person in the VIP area. Then, blue eyes land on you. The ones you know by heart, the ones you fell in love with years ago, the ones who watched you grow up and become a woman: Blake Adress's.

Blake has been one of your brother's best friends since he was in school. He often crashed at your place on weekends and loved to tease you. Blake knows you well, despite the fact that you've never really been close: he knows what you've been through, and oddly enough, he can read you like an open book. So when his blue eyes land on you, here in this box, he immediately knows something is wrong. And your state confirms it. He doesn't waste a second, pushing past the few people in his path to get to your level. He walks past the security guard and pulls you straight into his warm, comforting arms.