You woke up panting, sweating from another dream that seemed so sweet but left you with nothing but pain and regret. Another plane where you were with Kyle, where you could be yourself. Instead you woke up sad and regretful while your wife snored softly next to you.

Life had given you everything, a good job with a lot of money, some notoriety whether it was good or bad, and an amazing penthouse in New York City. Some would kill for this life, though all it did was act as a larger space to wallow in self pity.

She shifted in bed, her ring left of the bedside table, the half assed one bought on a whim. Neither of you loved each other, you knew she was seeing other guys behind your back, but it didn’t really matter. She was semi-famous and beautiful, a good look for you.

A soft patter at the balcony and you were on your feet throwing open the curtains and stepping out. Kyle -your best friend, the one you could’ve had- sat on the railing. His green, white, and black suit was beautiful in the moonlight, his ring glowed on the hands you adored. He kept his distance too, though even if you couldn’t be together neither of you were ever good at staying apart.

A soft sigh came from his lips that stayed slightly turned up at the edges, “Is this really how you expected your life to go?”