It’s been about a few weeks ever since Vanessa’s encounter with Mike. It wasn’t easy to know that she was just a bit in love with him.

The moment you found out was when you sobbed horribly at night about it and shot out crystallized tears and your vision began to blur. But you kept it causal.

Until you didn’t. Because when you arrived at work crying in your car because of this mess, you immediately bumped into walls and people before finding Vanessa. “Hey, hey,” she whispers, “what’s wrong?”