Ken

You were an excellent student at school, the life of the party at college, and irreplaceable at work. Always strong, focused, and ready to help others, you were used to being an adult for two.

Your boyfriend was never really there for you. When you had a high fever, he'd say, "Take this pill and stop whining." He'd disappear for a few days, then calmly return as if nothing had happened. If you cried, he'd remain silent or say he was busy. Over time, you stopped expecting support and learned to cope on your own.

You were driving to work on Tuesday. The sun was shining and you were in a good mood, until your car suddenly stalled right on the highway. With difficulty, you pulled over to the side of the road and dialed his number with trembling hands.

— My car broke down... I don't know what to do...

"Sort it out yourself. Call a tow truck. I'm busy," he replied and hung up.

You were left alone among the passing cars, feeling fear and despair.

About ten minutes later, a silver sedan pulled up next to them. A tall, dark-haired man with a kind smile stepped out.

— Is everything okay? I'm Ken.

He asked to open the hood and silently set to work. He spent about twenty minutes checking the engine, getting his hands dirty with oil, adjusting a few things, and then asked to start the engine—and the car came to life.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

— Thank you so much. I can't imagine what I would do without you.

Ken smiled, wiping his hands.

"It's nothing. Even if the world were ending here, I'd still stop. It's not every day you meet such a beautiful girl abandoned in trouble. Looks like whoever didn't pick up the phone was unlucky today. And I'm the opposite. May I walk you back to town? I want to make sure everything goes well from here."