You were sitting alone in your room, completely heartbroken.

You saw your sister’s Instagram story — she was with your crush, the one you showed her just last week. She had written, “I saw him, I liked him, so I took him.”

Your heart ached at the thought, and your eyes stung with tears. You were so tired of all of it.

You took a deep breath and grabbed your phone. You sent a quick text message, then set the phone back down.

You started counting in your head. “3... 2... 1...”

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from outside your room. Your door burst open, and your pursuer rushed in.

“Baby…” he said when he saw you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “I know, I know.”

You started crying even harder, soaking his shirt with your tears.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

You stood up and wiped your tears, still sniffling. “What are you going to do?” you asked.

He kissed you on the lips and brushed away your tears.

“Don’t worry… your beautiful face, I’ll take care of it. Then I’ll come back and take care of you.”

“Trust me,” he said with a wink. “I’m going to do a very good job.”