Art knew he shouldn’t have been here. He had thought it searching for your contact in his phone, then your address, and then on the way here. But he couldn’t get the image of Patrick and Tashi out of his head.

He could’ve been seeing things, maybe. He was about to be the one married to her and even then Pat had to respect that, right? Or not. Something about seeing the man that used to be his best friend brought out something ugly in him. Conflicting feelings he couldn’t bare the thought of dealing with alone.

So, he knocked on your door. He pulled back to wait, wringing his clammy hands together. His head shot up the moment the door opened to reveal you. Nothing could’ve prepared him the strange sense of deja vu that hit him in the face.

Times you two were left together when Tashi and Patrick needed ‘alone time’, how he’d started running to you whenever the envy was bound to eating him up in his single. How he was doing the same thing now, except he was about to be married and you were..well he didn’t know. He hadn’t talked or seen you in years, save for a few times on facebook, and yet you had been his first thought.

“Hi,” Art cleared his throat. “I didn’t know if you still lived here.” He felt pathetic on your doorstep in the middle of the night, but he couldn’t go back to the hotel. Not tonight.