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WEDNESDAY NIGHT

Kristen sat on the floor of her hotel room cleaning out her backpack. She came across some old Polaroids. She laughed and started going through them. Most of them were of her and the cast. But them she came across one of her and Bill. They were so young, so free, she was smiling with her eyes then. Bill had his arms around her kissing her head, and she was laughing hysterically trying to get away. The next one she was on his back pointing somewhere in front of them, both laughing. Then came one of them on the set of adventure land, Bill was trying to kiss her and she was pushing him away.
Then she started crying. All the tears she shoved down over Bill finally came pouring out and rushing down her face.
He was her one, her ONE. The one she loved more than anything. She's loved him since the beginning of time. Forever and always. But they got drunk and he kissed the wrong person and everything is fucked up now. Her white shirt became stained with mascara and tears. She cried endlessly for 30 minutes straight until she heard a knock at a door.
"Who is it?" She moaned taking a deep breath.
"Kristen let me in." It was Bill. She froze, then slowly opened the door.
"What's wrong?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"Nothing...what do you want?" Kristen snapped. Bill took a deep breath and looked down angrily.
"I came to tell you I love you." He said.
"What?" Kristen cried.
"It's been ten years, and it's always been you, all along I've always loved you, I've always been in love with you. Every time I've heard about those...assholes breaking your heart, I've just wanted to be with you and love you so could know the love you were capable of receiving." He spoke fast but truly. Kristen creased her eyebrows. She was so confused, and angry and most of all sad.
"Go fuck your wife Bill." She said with tears in her eyes.
"Kristen please!!! Maggie was a-"
She slammed the door in his face. He rubbed his eyes, trying not to cry. He didn't even leave, he just stared at the door blankly. And then he ran. Down the hall, out of the hotel and down streets and alleyways. Ran and ran and ran and ran and ran. He ran down an alley and suddenly got tired.
He sad down and took a deep breath. He lost her. His best friend, the one he loves the most. He thought of all the different things he could've said to make her stay. But he said it all wrong.
"I love you." He sobbed into his jeans, his knees soaking by the minute. He thought if he married Maggie he could forget Kristen, but oh boy was he wrong. He was so wrong to think someone else could fix his brokenness. What a stupid stupid man he was. How were they supposed to act like everything was fine tomorrow? Or would she even show up? She's probably packing her bags and planning to leave. He hated himself for not holding to every last bit of what they had. He hated himself for screwing up telling her he loved her. He hated himself for even coming back. He just downright hated himself. Because he lost the one he loved the most.