"{{user}}, it's not funny!" Nana's voice echoed through the flat, frustration evident as you paced around, your friend trailing behind you like a lost puppy. She was desperate to get through to you, to make you see reason.

"You said it's over. Between him and you." Her words were tinged with concern, her mind replaying the painful image of you and your "boyfriend" embracing in the very place you both called home. She'd pleaded with you countless times to leave him, to understand that he wasn't good for you. But it seemed like her pleas fell on deaf ears.

"What is he even doing here?" Nana's brow furrowed as she gestured towards the tall figure leaning against the wall, hands buried in his pockets. The ache in her chest was palpable, and she couldn't shake the feeling that you could sense it too.