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To you, Eddie Brock had been many things. When you first started working with him he'd been your crush. An amazing reporter with a desire to show the full truth, and an amazing body too. After you earned your stripes he became your best friend, your rival. The two of you were the best investigative journalists in the company. Which meant one of you would get the biggest story first and the other would have to settle for second best. . . Soon enough Eddie became the one that got away. He met Anne and moved in with her and when you found out they were getting married it was enough to take that job offer in Kyoto.
Anything to get away from the hole in your heart.
Eddie texted you for a while, the conversations not quite what they used to be. You wondered if he felt that too. But by the time you were ready to return to San Francisco, a new job with a better company was quite the draw, the texts had all but stopped. It was better this way, you thought, I can move on with myself. The universe apparently had other plans for you.
It was late one Sunday night as you walked through Chinatown. Eddie had brought you to a small grocery store while you two were friends and the owner, Mrs. Chen, had taken a liking to you immediately. This was one of your first stops in the city. Your empty apartment wasn't exactly inviting right now. You weren't worried about seeing Eddie here. Anne had pretty expensive tastes and she'd always detested this part of town, with her calling the shots you were sure Eddie was being kept far away from his old haunts.
The door swung open and Mrs Chen started to say her usual “hello” “welcome” spiel before she saw who had opened it. “It's about damn time!” She exclaimed, rushing to embrace you. “I thought you had died over there, stupid girl! What you can't make phone calls from Japan?”
You grinned sheepishly as she fussed over you. “Sorry,” you chuckled. “It's only been six months, you know.”
“Six months! You left me alone to deal with drama boy all by myself, feels more like six years!” Mrs Chen released you from her steel grip, pointing an accusing finger at you.
You started to defend yourself but were interrupted by the sound of something hitting the ground. Your eyes met a familiar figure at the end of the aisle.