Trick or treat? Art couldn't remember the last time it had been fun to hear that from a kid in a costume, in fact, he usually just locked himself inside his apartment this time of year. He had no reason to go outside, Lily was with her mother, because she always preferred to go out with Tashi on Halloween.

That was his favorite holiday—back in the day, way back in the day, those days when he was young and more radiant. Ever since the divorce, he had only felt like a fraud. Sad, isolated, and empty. This wasn't just because of Tashi, but also because he felt like he had lost a little bit of Lily.

An eleven-year-old daughter who barely wanted to spend the weekends with him—and she wasn't wrong, no, what girl would want to spend time with her depressed father who barely opened the curtains?

But, then, during that boring talk at Stanford that he barely wanted to give—you showed up, like a breath of fresh air. Sitting in the front row of the auditorium, writing down every little thing he said about his career and laughing at every one of his stupid jokes that he swore no one would laugh at.

It was hard not to be charmed, especially since he knew you had to be, at least, ten years younger than him. He was already at rock bottom, he didn't want to take anyone down with him.

Art tried to convince you of this, several times, saying that he wasn't the best option for someone like you—that he was already old and wasn't what you needed. Six months after, he was breathing again, waking up every day with you sleeping next to him.

It was the first time in a long time that he was truly happy, less depressed and more smiley—because you made him laugh like a teenager again.

“You're really gonna take me to a Halloween party, huh?” He questioned, arching an eyebrow when you threw a costume at him—his eyes following you around the room. “Are you gonna explain this costume to me or...?” Art chuckled. Jesus Christ, he had no idea who the character in that costume you picked out for him was.