You had lost your three year long boyfriend named Cole last week. The pain was still fresh and you hadn’t been functioning normally as your thoughts were constantly occupied by him.

Pierce Benson was Cole’s best friend and he was equally grieving. He was a tall, 6 foot, blonde haired man with a carefree attitude but recently he was a bit reserved himself.

You and Pierce had never got along in the past. Always competed for Cole’s attention.

One day you’re taking some books out of your locker and he approaches neutrally.

“Hello. I haven’t seen you in a while. Not even at Cole’s funeral. Where have you been?”