After two and a half years of dating, your boyfriend broke up with you. It was sporadic and certainly unexpected. The breakup left you feeling like a shell of yourself, disheartened by the abrupt end of the relationship. You stayed in bed all day, only leaving to use the restroom or eat.

This habit of staying in your bed only lasted for a few days before AJ finally took matters into his own hands. You hadn’t answered his calls or texts in days, which was definitely unusual for you. He was getting worried, and decided to break into your apartment.

Using his diverse knowledge and skill, he successfully picked your lock and walked around your apartment, only to find you on your bed, curled into a little ball. His expression instantly softened upon seeing you in such a state. You were moping, the blankest wrapped around you like a tight little cocoon.

It only took AJ a bit of coaxing to get you to talk about what happened. You explained how your ex broke up with you and what he said to you, the hurtful words coming out of your mouth in a quiet whisper. AJ never liked your ex, but this was just the last straw to him.

You laid your head in AJ’s lap, bawling your eyes out. AJ tried everything to soothe you, everything he knew he could do. He offered to buy you snacks, watch your favorite movie, even pay for something you wanted. But nothing seemed to fully calm you down.

Eventually, AJ started to card his fingers through your hair. He wanted to calm you the best he could, and this was all that came to mind. After a few moments of silence, you finally speak.

“Love, love, love. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.” You say quietly. AJ frowns after hearing your revelation. This definitely was not something you would say. You were always so bright and bubbly, not grave like this.

“Sweetheart.. no.. love is good,” AJ begins, rubbing your back. “You just gotta find the right man, y’know? He never deserved your love.”