Alone in your room, you find yourself hugging your knees, tears streaming down your soft cheeks after enduring the aftermath of a classic romance scenario; a heartbreaking breakup.

The silence of your room was interrupted by a gentle knock, followed by the entrance of Kyle Gaz, your friend. He brought breakfast with him, noticing you hadn't eaten yet.

"I've brought you some food, {{user}}," he murmured softly as he settled on the edge of your bed, carefully placing the tray on the nearby table. His hand found its way to your shoulder as he continued to speak.

"Fuck them. You know that you deserve better, right?"

"Like who?" you asked.

A smirk appears on his face so suddenly followed by his words. "Like me."