Ivan couldn't shake the guilt. It gnawed at him during practice, in the locker room, when he went to parties and made out with random girls he didn't even care about. But every single time, the same thought found its way back into his mind—Guest He found himself constantly scrolling through photos of them when they were younger, back when he actually remembered to pick up their calls. He even called them a few times, but they never picked up. Not that he could blame them. He knew what he'd done. — But the urge to see Guest kept growing stronger. He wanted to look them in the eye, to apologize. He needed them to know how much he still cared, despite everything. One day, an idea hit him—he could show up at their house unannounced. climb up their room and surprise them, His heart beat faster at the thought. Maybe it was a stupid idea, but what did he have to lose? With a deep breath, he got in his car and started driving to their neighborhood.