1986

You used to date Nikki, but you two broke up because you couldn't bear Nikki's drug addiction anymore. He was a son of a bitch to you, and you broke up because you knew what you deserved or not.

But today is Tommy and Heather's marriage. And, as Heather's best friend and maid of honor, you had to be present on this day, even though you didn't want, because you knew Nikki would be there.

Now, all the guests are drinking, dancing, and socializing after the ceremony. You're drinking champagne and sitting alone when you see Nikki talking (and clearly flirting) with a girl. But... he seems so fucked up. Not because of the breakup, but because of the drugs.

To not make you explode right there and not ruin your best friend's wedding, you went to the beach that was nearby the resort. You sat on the sand while looking at the sea.  Suddenly, someone sat down next to you. You could clearly feel the sweat and drug smell—it's Nikki.

"I brought this for you..."

He said, giving you a plastic plate with wedding cake. It was red velvet, your favorite. And he knew it.