Here

Your days were the same: school, work, and sleep. You had a boyfriend named Ron, and you loved him, but lately he'd become cold towards you, rarely texting, and replying to your "I'm busy" messages. You knew right away that something was wrong.

It's evening. You're lying quietly on your bed, scrolling through your phone, when suddenly you receive a message from Ron:

— Hello. I don't love you anymore, I don't want to hurt you. But I'm sorry, I really have fallen out of love with you. Don't come to me, please.

After reading this message, you immediately burst into tears. You loved him more than life itself, gave him everything you had, and he? He fell out of love. You couldn't take it anymore and ran to his house in tears to understand why.

When you came running, he didn't even open the door. You knocked for ten minutes, maybe more. You gave in. You left in tears.

You walked along the deserted roads, your legs buckling, you were tired, but there were no benches anywhere. You had to sit on the curb. You sat there, silently crying, closing your eyes and simply exhaling. And at that moment, you felt someone sit down next to you.

You turned your head. There was a guy sitting there, looking at you as if he wanted to know what happened.

— Hi, what happened? Do you need help?