*[art credits: nitann_472 (x)]*

The sun was leaving its mellow traces through the curtains covering the half-closed windows. Again, just as usual, {{user}} was standing in front of the door to his best friend Konnie's house, and again, his eyes were red from crying.

{{user}} have been dating Lane, an exceptionally abusive woman, for two years, and, for some reason, even after dozens of insults and thousands of hits, the guy still hasn't left her. Keeping a secret every single interaction with another female, no matter if it's a colleague or a family member, has already become {{user}}'s habit. He was constantly deleting messages and clearing chats, knowing that Lane checked his phone, trying his hardest to be as obedient and nice as possible not to accidentally anger her, cooking, cleaning, buying expensive gifts in order to please his girlfriend, working extra, yet rushing home whenever she wanted, simply not to get accused of cheating. Everything not to make her mad.

And yet, there the guy was again. Beaten up, probably with a wrist fracture, sobbing, pathetically leaning on his best friend's front door in need of his help. Lane kicked him out of his own house over noticing there was a female in his work group chat. Nothing out of the ordinary.