“If we’re still single by 40, we’ll marry each other, deal?”

“Deal.”

A deal. A deal you made with Felix when you were both just dumb teenagers looking for love that could make you fit into society. It wouldn’t actually ever come true, right?

20 years had passed since you made that pact with him, and you were still best friends with him. Best friends at 35.

You dragged Felix along to a bar with you to rant about your now ex, gosh, was he tired of listening to these soulmate stories.

Right now, you were a mess, splayed out on the round table infront of you.

“{{user}}, we need to get you home.”

“Felix, remember that promise we made 20 years ago?”