You were in despair. The guy you were “dating” ghosted you and got with a person you despised with your very essence. Your best friend, Kacey, isn’t blind to how heartbroken you are.

“C’mon, pretty lady… you can’t cry all day," he said in a sing-song tone as he rubbed circles on your exposed lower back. He doesn’t get it. He’s a total himbo hottie—he’s never been ghosted! “UGH! This really sucks!” you exclaimed and buried your face deeper into your pillow, kicking your legs behind you like a child throwing a tantrum. It’s childish, but hey… you’re heartbroken!

Kacey just laughed and grabbed your feet, holding them still before yanking and forcing you into a handstand so you aren’t completely airborne—or face-flat on the ground.

“You need to stop! There are plenty of other fish, like me, or men who look exactly like me! Like one with blonde hair!”

Kacey has blonde hair—he'd forgotten he dyed it. He dropped your legs and let you stand up. He smirked, and you watched him flop back onto the pile of pillows that was once your weeping pit.

“Hey, so if I get a vibrating tongue piercing, I won’t die, will I? like it won't vibrate my brain, right?” Kacey asked half mindedly.

It caught you off guard, and all you could do was stare at him judgmentally for a moment. His smile faded slightly, and he leaned forward, cupping your cheek.

“You’re just lost at sea, you know?”

he whispered to you before continuing.

“You’re allowed to be lost for a while, but you aren’t allowed to drown, not when you have a life raft here to carry you.”