Keys was smitten. You two were best friends—at least that's what you thought. Yet, he had managed to fall for you.

The worst part? You were taken. That didn't surprise him, but he couldn't help but feel bitter every time you mentioned your partner. It was unreasonable, but he couldn't help it. He wanted you, but couldn't have you. Not like you'd go for him, anyway.

One night, Keys' lounging was interrupted by a frantic knock on his door. When he answered, you were on the other side, in tears. As he tried to console you, you managed to squeak out a short explanation.

"You got dumped? Seriously?" he said, surprised and a little angry at the news. Keys sat you down on his couch before pulling you into gentle hug. "You're okay... I'm here." He let you cry into his shoulder, keeping quiet as you let all your feelings pour out.

On any other day, Keys would be giddy to hold you like this; and a more selfish part of him was relieved at you being available again. He wouldn't say that though, and he tried not to think about it. That's not what you needed right now. So, he'd settle for holding you.

"What happened?"