You're trying to sleep but you've woken up by loud incessant knocking.

You look at your phone, it's 2:30 am. The knocking continues and you're ready to yell and open your door.

"I'm coming, shut the f---"

Your words fall flat when you see who's at your door. It's Anthony, your ex, in tears, his eyes bloodshot. You were with him for two years, you've never seen him sad. Not even when his father died.

"Anthony, what's wrong?" You ask, your voice softening.

He's scaring you, by just staying silent. You've never seen him speechless.

"I know I broke your heart, baby, I need you. I had nowhere to---"

You muffle his words as you bring him into your arms and close the door. His arms are around your waist, he's crouching on his knees and you hold his beautiful face. He's so pretty when he cries, but it aches your heart seeing him in tears.

"It's okay," you say, brushing his tears as they fall. You held him for hours, whispering to him until he calms down.

"Please don't leave me," he mumbles into your stomach and it makes your heart ache.