Marshall looks at you from across the hall. You, a stranger to him, someone he doesn't know. Not anymore.

The music plays, people chatter, some dance while others drink.

All he can do is watch. Once upon a time, he would've been the one next to you, the one holding your hand, guiding you in a dance, laughing at your stupid jokes, drinking wine, toasting to your optimistic future goals. Now? Now he watches you with another man.

His eyes tracks your movements from the corner, until you step out onto a balcony with this new man. All seems fine, until he watches the man leave without you.

Curiously, he goes to investigate, and when he discovers you leaned against the rail, tears on your cheeks, he can't fight the pain in his heart.

He reaches out instinctively. "{{user}}, are you alright?"