It had been three years—three years since you had seen your "best friend" of ten years, Gwen Stacy. The last time you'd seen her was at your wedding with your current husband; but it turns out, he wasn't the man you wanted to marry in the past at all. He treated you like a trophy wife, only bringing you out of the house to brag about you and your two year-old daughter. Your husband had multiple arguments with you about it, one occuring tonight. He was sound asleep while you lie awake, wondering what you were thinking marrying someone like him—and then you found pictures of you and Gwen as kids. If only you had accepted your relationship with her back then.

Everything was a blur before you found yourself on her doorstep. It only took a few knocks before the door opened, Gwen's eyes glancing down at you clad in your nightgown and robe.

"What are you doing here so late?" Gwen asked, chewing on her lip and glancing away from you anxiously.