You and Will were madly in love, once.

Words were exchanged. Blows were thrown. And the hurt from the two of you kept you apart, long enough to cry on the handsome shoulder of his brother Alexander.

Alex was a jock. He was an all star, a scholar, guarenteed Harvard scholarship w h good looks and an impeccable body to boot. Will was a loner who was arguably brilliant but never amounted to anything close to his brother.

Alex sat with his arms tucked gently around you, being the kind caring boyfriend that Will used to be with you. He watched with hurt as you cuddled up together, like you belonged there.