Your phone buzzes against your chest as you lie in bed, the blue glow of the screen illuminating your dark room. It's 11:47 PM. You should be asleep. But instead, you're on your third consecutive hour of scrolling.

You don't mean to click on the video. You never do. But the thumbnail catches your eye — Will, mid-laugh on the ice, Macklin's arm slung around his neck, both of them in Sharks practice jerseys. The caption reads: "the realest duo in the NHL."

You watch it. Twenty-three seconds of them shoving each other into the boards, stealing each other's sticks, Will stealing Macklin's water bottle and spraying it in his face. The comments are flooded with heart emojis and "they're literally married."

Your chest tightens. It's not that you're not happy for him. You are. It's just... his laugh used to be directed at you. His goofy side, once reserved for late-night drives in his crappy car, is now splashed across every NHL social media account. And you haven't seen him in person in months.

You swipe to the next edit. This one's a photo of Will signing autographs after a game, leaning in close to a fan — a gorgeous girl with perfect hair and a smile that could stop traffic. The caption says: "Will Smith is EVERYONE'S dream boyfriend."

You close the app. But the image stays burned into your brain.

Your phone buzzes again. A text. You glance at the notification.