Two weeks later, and that night still replayed over and over again in Brock's head; a vivid image that would never go away. And without Brian? An emptiness lingered deep down inside him, bubbling in his chest, building and building until on lonely nights, he sobbed himself to sleep, wishing that it were Brian's arms there to hold and comfort him. He wished that it were Brian's presence there in his home with him. It was different, and he was sure he'd never get used to having to live and go on without him. After this, there was no way they could continue the friendship like nothing had ever happened, they were in too deep, they were in love... So Brock suffered in silence while Brian immersed himself in wedding plans so he could try and forget.

He tried to forget the sound of his laugh, tried to forget the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, tried to forget the softness of his lips and the way his body trembled beneath him when they made love. But it was all to no avail. It was his poison, it was his vice... And what was an addict without their vice? Nothing, absolutely nothing; that's why he was having a terribly hard time with this. Brock was always there, in his thoughts, in his bones, and the Irishman knew that he wouldn't be saying goodbye to these imminent thoughts and feelings for a very long time. He imagined himself doing all this wedding stuff with Brock, not with her... But his parents were happy, and that's what hurt him the most. They were happy, and he wasn't. In fact, on most days, he didn't even want to get out of bed. He felt miserable.

But Brock was the same way. The older man rarely did anything anymore but sleep. His youtube channel became vacant, as did Brian's. The break up was hitting them both hard, neither of them able to go back to the way their lives were before. Mostly because they had become used to the feel of each other in the other's life, and now, having to go without? It was complete and utter emptiness. Brian often found himself thinking horrible thoughts about the two of them... Of how they should have never met, how they should have never kissed, and how they should have never fell in love with one another. Maybe then it would have been better. In a perfect world, they would have been able to stay friends... No.

In a perfect world it would have been he and Brock getting married right now, and not himself and his ex girlfriend whom he didn't even have any feelings for.

Time merely continued to pass. As two weeks turned into three, Vanoss and the guys even started to take notice. This wasn't something that their friends would normally do. Brock and Brian started giving excuses about how they couldn't play and make videos. Every time Evan called or text, he got no answer, or some lame made up story about how they were so tired, or had something else going on. He wasn't and idiot, and he was starting to catch on. "What the fuck happened?" Marcel questioned one night while he and a few of the others were playing some gmod. "It's like they just fell off the face of the earth... Has anybody heard anything?" He questioned. Obviously, they were all worried for their friends, seeming as how just a month ago things were perfect for them.

"I haven't talked to them since they went on their trip to Dublin," Mini answered.

"I told Brock we were there for him... What if Brian did something else to him?" Evan asked.

"Hey," Nogla interrupted. "Brian's a good guy. You can't just go jumping to conclusions like that." He defended the other Irishman knowing that his business was not their business to discuss in a skype call like this. He and Brian had talked about that before on previous visits. "Maybe they're just having some alone time?" He suggested.

"Neither of them have uploaded in like a month." Tyler commented.

"That's true." It was quiet for a few moments as each of them concentrated on the game they were playing. The only sounds were the button mashing of their keyboards. This wasn't footage for a video or anything. Each of the friends were just catching up with one another, trying to figure out the mysterious disappearance of their other two friends. Nothing like this had ever happened before, and it was slightly strange to say the least. In fact, they'd never had to deal with a situation like this; everyone had always been pretty consistent with their communication. To say this was odd was an understatement.

Suddenly, Evan heard a beeping in his headset. "Oh hang on guys, Lui wants to join the call." He exited his game of gmod if only for a moment to accept the man into the chat. It was rare for Lui to be with them nowadays, so whatever he had to say must have been important.

"Holy shit guys!" Lui's voice was fast, excited, and he sounded like he was out of breath.

"What?" Mini questioned.

"Yeah, what the fuck is happening?" Nogla continued to pester.

He took a few breaths, trying to catch them. "So I just got home, right? And you'll never guess what the fuck was in my mailbox..." He waited for the rest of the guys to guess, but when he received silence for a reply, he rolled his eyes and merely kept talking. "A fucking wedding invitation!" He was nearly yelling now, still waiting for a response. But the guys? Well, they were still silent, unsure of what to say. It was a shock to all of them. "You guys probably will get one too!" He finished, catching his breath still. But everyone else, didn't know what to think of the situation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Nogla finally spoke up. "See guys? They're just busy with wedding stuff."

"I didn't even know Brian or Brock proposed." Mini replied.

"No, no, no, no!" Lui yelled, interrupted. "It's not Brian and Brock, it's Brian and his ex."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" This time it was Vanoss who caused a commotion. "They broke up!?"

"I guess so," Lui answered.

Brian stared down at the small, intricate piece of paper in his hand, and he felt like he was going to be sick at any given moment. It had his name on it, and her name as well, and hundreds of copies had already been sent out to family, to friends... And most importantly, to Brock. He hadn't wanted to, but a small part of him really hoped that in the end, he would show up to the wedding. However, another part of him knew that the older man didn't want anything else left to do with him. He was a piece of shit, and honestly, at this moment, staring at that fucking ugly invitation in his hand, he really felt that way. Brian didn't know what to do anymore. He didn't want to get married, he didn't want to be with her, at this moment in time? He decided that he would much rather sleep for eternity. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he crinkled up the piece of paper and threw it in the trash.

Meanwhile, Vanoss was on the phone trying to book an immediate flight to Utah. He knew Brock wouldn't answer the phone or text him back, so showing up in person was the only trick he hadn't tried yet. The guys had tried to convince him not to go, and that it wasn't any of his business, but Evan knew better. He had to make sure that Brock was okay. After all, that was what friends were for, right? So in a matter of hours, he had bought a plane ticket and was packed with an overnight back and ready to go. The flight was short, only two hours long, and before he knew it, he found himself in a cab and on the way to the older man's house. He hoped he was home, he hoped he would even answer the door. He knew now why Brock was isolating himself from everyone again, it's because he was hurt.

Soon, he was at Brock's front door, hesitant to knock and bother his friend. But he knew he had to anyway, so with a deep breath, he knocked gently, hoping that Brock had heard him. Then, he played the waiting game. He stood outside on the front steps of Brock's house for a good five minutes until he finally tried knocking again. But it was to no avail. Curiosity got the best of him, so he fumbled with the door handle, only to be surprised that his friend's door was unlocked. That was a rarity for Brock. "Hello?" Evan called out, pushing the door open the rest of the way, making his way inside. "Brock?" The older man was nowhere to be found as Vanoss let his eyes roam. The sight of Brock's house made his chest hurt for his friend; it was a mess. It was clear he hadn't been too keen on cleaning since the split. And there, on the messy coffee table in the living room? The wedding invitation.

"So you heard the good news." Brock's voice scared Evan, and the asian man turned around to see him standing there at the bottom of the steps in dirty clothes and bloodshot eyes to match. "He's getting married..."