Three seconds, just three seconds is all it takes. Its funny isn't it? It seems you've spent an entire lifetime getting prepared for what's to happen next. One time when I was 6 years old I was chasing my older brother Dylan around my yard and out of nowhere I fell down on the concrete, scraping my leg up pretty badly. It felt like the pain would never go away but after my brother put a band aid over the scar it magically healed over time. August 6th 2012, the day my fiancé Rener Gracie died in a car crash. Three seconds is all it took, three seconds to collide with the drunk driver in front of him to knock him unconscious. The feeling of losing him in only three lousy seconds was unbearable, the only difference between now and me falling down 15 years ago is that unlike then I didn't have a band aid to magically make me feel better, that is…till you.

X

If there was one thing that young Eve Torres was known for it was that she was very impatient when she was stressed. Even though she couldn't admit it, even she knew that she could be a real jerk when she was tense.

As groups of people pushed their way through the airport she found herself standing there with a confused look spread across her face. If it wasn't hard enough looking for someone she hasn't seen in years, dozens of people had no problem with pushing their way through her to get to their destination.

"There she is!" Two arms tightly rapped around the brunette, the soft giggle the blonde let you made it very easy for her to figure out who it was. In any situation Kelly let out that soft, cute giggle. It just showed the type of person Kelly was, keeping everyone around her happy was her biggest goal.

"Hi, Kelly." The Latina responded wrapping her arms back around her. "You're looking as beautiful as always; you haven't aged a bit have you?"

The all American girl shook her head. "You flatter me but you and I both know I've aged the last time I saw you we were nineteen years old…I'm twenty three now, besides I look like a slob today." She picked up one of her friends bags and started to make her way out of the airport before continuing "Anyways, how have you been? Like I said, I haven't seen you in four years."

Eve bit down on her bottom lip before attempting to answer, her feelings were a touchy subject right now she hasn't been the same for the last couple of months and quite honestly who could blame her? She opened her mouth to try and answer the question once again but no words come out all she could give was a simple head shake.

The blonde nodded, knowing and regretting the fact that she touched a sensitive subject.

Eve brushed a few brunette locks out of her face to have a more appropriate vision. What was needed was for her to look forward, she knew that but it was the hardest thing she's ever done.

The Latina took a quick glance to her close friend standing next to her, as Kelly's blonde hair flowed simultaneously with the wind and her blue eyes dazzled as the sunlight hit them.

She was exactly as she remembered her, so bubbly and sweet... her personality reflected off of her appearance tremendously. Just seeing her again made her regret her decision of pretty much blocking out her past life including the people in it.

Kelly was so elegant, the perfect best friend. Why was it that she forgot that? Was she that blinded by love that the woman who wiped every single tears away less-important?

Here Kelly was, after two years of not communicating she still opens her arms up with not the least bit of anger or disappointment.

Moving her eyes away to look at the road in front of her, Eve considered starting a conversation would make the walk a bit more pleasant.

"So, how is everyone exactly? You know… I haven't seen the gang in a while."

A smile spread across the blondes face when she heard words withdraw from her friends lips, she turned her head over to look at her and shrugged slightly.

"The gangs good, I suppose. Layla got a promotion at her office the other day, she's been talking about that nonstop. Phillip's got a girlfriend the other day, she's really sweet. Mike's the exact same… he's had the same job and girlfriend since you've left."

Her stomach twisted a bit when Eve heard Mike's name, she hasn't seen him in over 3 years and when she was face to face with him last he wasn't very happy with her. Through text he said he wasn't upset with her anymore but it's nearly impossible to tell someone's true emotions through text.

"Oh that's nice," The brunette didn't really know how to respond exactly but before she stopped to step into Kelly's automobile she continued her statement. "I'm happy for them."

With that Kelly bit down on her bottom lip and nodded, she wrapped her newly pedicure hand around the doors handle pulling it open.

The two young women inserted themselves into the car and took a moment before continuing the conversation.

"By the way, thank you. I don't know if I've thanked you for this yet or not but I really appreciate you taking the time to pick me up and let me stay with you for a while."

A soft laugh released Kelly's lips before she looked over at her friend. "You've thanked me; several times actually… it's really no problem though. I told you before that I'd always have your back no matter what challenges the two of us take – together or separated. I'm not the type of person to break a promise. Besides if I did I wouldn't be a very good best friend, now would I?"

She showed her pearly whites with a widened smile which the Latina kindly returned; she opened her arms up and gripped her friend into a big hug.

Eve was grateful to know such a woman like Kelly, she couldn't even wish for a more perfect person.

X

"So let me get this straight, you're not bringing me to Quebec to meet your family?" Mike said raising his voice at his girlfriend; usually he wasn't one to lose his cool but throughout their three year relationship she's kept her two worlds separated. She always found some sort of an excuse to avoid him and her family meeting.

"Yea, but what's the big deal? Why are you so obsessed with meeting my family, they're not anything special." Maryse yelled speed walking out of the closet with a bundle of clothes in her hands.

Like she expected her boyfriend followed every step that she took "The big deal is that you're my girlfriend, and I'm your boyfriend. It's not un-normal for me to meet your parents. I introduced you to my parents two years ago because I'm proud of the fact that you're my girlfriend…I'm starting to think that you're not so proud of it."

With that being said Maryse didn't know exactly what to say, she's never one to admit she's wrong or to back down from a fight. She's used to people begging on their knees for her forgiveness, but this time was much different. She looked into her boyfriends soft blue eyes and could tell that he was very hurt, but she just didn't know what to do.

"No, I'm very proud to be your girlfriend… I just-" The French beauty stuttered a bit, she didn't know exactly how to respond. She was usually so on top of things, she'd never go into an argument and lose it, but with Mike it was different and she didn't like it.

For the next minute it was silence, her brown eyes stared into his blue ones without either of them saying a single word.

"Are you going to let me meet your parents or not, Maryse?"

"Well I-"

"Maryse, it's a yes or no question."

She sighed deeply and shook her head. "I'm sorry."

All Mike could do was shake his head; it didn't take him long to storm out of his home ignoring Maryse who kept calling his name repeatedly.

He felt unwanted, why was it such a big deal for him to meet there parents? It's not like he treats her badly, he was a complete gentleman.

He dragged his feet along the pavement while running his fingers through his hair in frustration. All that was running through his mind at the moment was 'Why him?' … there was no way that someone good could feel this much pain constantly.

Maybe he wasn't as good as he thought, even though it was goal to make everyone around him happy and proud to know him maybe he wasn't fulfilling that goal.

"This is happening again." He muttered to himself.

X

"So, that's it? You're just packing up and leaving?" Miz, as he liked to be called, said staring at the girl sitting across the table from him.

"Michael, I've already packed I'm leaving tonight if you like it or not." The Latina sighed, she wanted to leave Ohio to build a brand new fabulous life with her boyfriend in California but she knew out of everyone she'd miss Mike the most.

"I realize that you and your boyfriend are happy together but think this through, what if the two of you don't work out? You're abandoning your whole life here."

"Yea but Mike you don't get it, I love him and sometimes in love you have to take chances… he has a great job offer in California and I don't want to be without him."

"So, that's it? You choose this guy who you've known for 8 months over me who you've known for 8 years! You know how shitty that makes me feel?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't take it personally, I've got to go though my plane leaves in an hour." The brunette stood up out of her chair and went up to hug her best friend.

As he wrapped his arms around her he knew it would be the last time, it hurt him deeply that she would leave their friendship for some guy – mostly because he was madly in love with her for the past 3 years. He felt like those years meant nothing to her, when they meant everything to him… he felt so pathetic and worthless.

Eve pulled away from him and looked into his soft blue eyes "I'm so sorry."

No response was required on his part because before he knew it, she was gone, forever.

X

The feeling you get when your first love treats you as a second place trophy is unbearable, when Eve left him to go off with some other guy in a different state made him feel like trash.

It makes you take the idea of the other person not caring about the relationship as much as you under consideration.

All Mike knew is he would have never put another woman over her, but she seemed to do it so easily to him. He also knew that the opportunity for his family and Maryse to meet was not any type of trouble like it was for Maryse.

The feeling of being kicked in the stomach returned everyday when he saw Maryse's face; all he could see in her eyes was a shameful expression…

The ringing of his cell phone snapped him out of his thoughts momentarily, Mike reached in his pocket and pulled out his mobile device to see Maryse's number pop up on the screen.

An ignorant sigh released from his lips before rejecting the call and sliding his phone back into his jacket pocket.

His blue eyes gazed around to look at what was in front of him, the streets were filled with multiple cars and trucks. The sidewalks were filled with multiple people that he barged through.

Then it hit him, his frustration wouldn't do a thing. He'd return home to see Maryse's annoyed expression… she'll yell at him in French until an apology came.

Maryse wouldn't realize that she was wrong in this situation no matter what the situation was admitting defeat wasn't her thing and it never would be.