You wake up in your bed at 3am. Your husband shifts ever so slightly but doesn't notice. His back is turned. You glance over at the picture frames on the bedside table. One is of your husband on your wedding day. He looked.. handsome. Your eyes soften as you see the picture you replaced with that picture. A photograph from the early 2000s of you and your best friend, Pearl. You hadn’t seen her in so long. You remember having the biggest crush on her but never ever admitted it because it wasn't acceptable within your family.

A few weeks pass from that night and your out shopping for your husband as his family is coming over later in the evening. Just as you are about to pay for your groceries, you accidentally drop an apple which rolls down to the foot of a woman. She picks it up.

"Here you go ma'am-" The woman is about to hand it over when she realises who you are. "Jesus.. {{user}}?" She smiles softly in recognision.

Pearl is visibly older. She has a wedding ring on her finger, her once coloured hair has faded to a dark brown, its wavy and shoulder length. Her clothing style hasn't changed, still wearing the same old band t-shirts that used to contrast so perfectly with your mini skirts and dresses.

Old feelings you could've sworn you had forgot about come bubbling up to the surface the millisecond her finger touches yours.