Nick went to her apartment and knocked, wanting to talk. He missed their friendship, but after 15 minutes of waiting he left.
Slightly depressed at the turn of events he drove around aimlessly hoping to find something to do. It was after awhile of driving when he noticed the ‘giant fish bowl’ and his stomach growled. Memories of that whole week came flooding back to him and he pulled over. A glimmer of hope that she might be there fluttered in his stomach but it was quickly squashed with the thought of Adam. Getting out he walked into the scarcely populated building and immediately his eyes fell on a beautiful brunette in the corner.
“Anastasia?” he whispered she looked up tears in her eyes and glanced away. He walked over and sat down next to her, “Piggy? Are you ok?” she faced away from him and then turned, a small sound came from her throat and she grabbed him and started sobbing into his coat. Nick taken slightly aback hesitated before wrapping his arms around her in a failed attempt to sooth her.
“Hun, do you want to talk about it?” she backed away and tried to regain composition.
“He…he…” her calm face broke again and she buried her face into her hands.
Nicks heart filled with rage, who was ‘he’ and what had ‘he’ done to his Anastasia. Nick bet anything that it was Adam and swore that he would kill him if he had so much as hurt one hair on her head. “What do ‘he’ do?” he asked calmly as to not upset her but in reality her was seeing red.
“All those times…”her voice trailed off, “All the damn times!” she took a deep breath before continuing, “He was sick, Nick, sick. So I went to see him,” her sadness slowly turning to fury, “And there he was…in bed. But god knows he…he…wasn’t alone.” She collapsed again in a fit of tears and he scooped her up into his own arms. It was then when he noticed how well she fit in his arms, like two pieces of a puzzle, like a completion of himself. Then a voice echoed in his mind, Brian’s, everything happens for a reason. Nick looked down at the figure wrapped in his coat and smiled; she looked up her eyes shining into his her tears subsided perhaps feeling the same feelings for him.
“You know,” Nick began, “A great man once told me that everything happens for a reason.”