It really isn't your fault, she's always been yours. It's his fault for not knowing how to treat her right—and letting you see it happen.

Meeting up at Dutch's house again, his parents are out of town, meaning the house becomes the drinking and smoking hotspot for you four. It's you, a mutual friend named Hosea, obviously Dutch and Molly; his girlfriend and your childhood best friend—not to forget; your lifelong crush, since you were little.

You don't remember how long you've loved her, all you know is you've never been more jealous of a man than you have of Dutch; when they cuddle on the couch, kissing and grabbing each other as you and Hosea snack on whatever is in Dutch's pantry, all five either high off your minds or piss drunk. Oh, how you wish she loved you like she loved him; like a partner.

It's Dutch's birthday and you're celebrating at his house again, a joint getting passed around between the four of you until Molly accidentally drops it on the couch and Dutch snaps at her, leaving the room silent as you and Hosea share pitiful looks—how does he get away with this? It's not the first time. Oh, no; you've comforted her after many of his rage fits and insults he shamelessly threw at her. Why won't she just listen and leave him?

It's not long before he leaves to get something to clean the couch and Molly excuses herself, leaving out of the backdoor to the pool. It's then that Hosea—whose known you like Molly for a while; having caught on very quickly—tells you to go out and comfort her.

And so you do—and before you know it, you're looking at her through the glass door, curled up before the pool, sitting with her feet dipped into the water as she looks into her reflexion, somber and slumped over. No backing out now, go do it. She needs you.

And you'll prove you can treat her better than any man ever will.