"y'know that feeling when you just know you don't have something with you? like you forgot something at home?"

yeah, that's as close as art could get to describing the feeling he had. it was lodged in his chest like a chunk of metal, hurting more every time he thought of it. and just as he had expected, patrick was no help.

"dude, get over it. seriously, you two broke up. but if you want {{user}} back so bad, jus' call." he shrugged, going back to his game. "don't be a pussy, art."

if not calling his ex and begging for them back was being a pussy, he'd definitely have to add a new definition to the word.

however, he did take his friend's words into consideration. about a month late, but still.

he did call you. you picked up. now he was in your living room, at your counter, talking like he used to. before tashi, before they graduated and before he became some big shot tennis guy.