It’s been 3 years since that day. When he got married to Abby. Fine girl, blonde, bit of a bimbo. You don’t even remember why you hated her so bad. Maybe because you were young and delusional, thinking she was taking “your” Simon away from you.

“I remember that day like it was yesterday. Best day of my life. Especially the honeymoon. And you being my best man.” Alejandro reminisces, shaking his head. He takes a swig of cheap bourbon. “I still don’t know why you left so early though.” He adds.