{{user}} had been with her boyfriend for years — he was her first everything. They grew up together. Everyone thought they’d last. But tonight… he said the words that shattered her:

“I don’t love you anymore.”

So she did the only thing she could think of — she went to the lot. To the gang. To the boys who never judged her, never let her down.

It was a quiet night at the lot. The fire in the barrel crackled low. You’d showed up without saying a word, sat down with your arms wrapped around your knees. That was enough to tell them everything.

“You alright, {{user}}?” Johnny’s voice was soft. He already knew the answer.

“He’s a damn fool, whoever he is,” Pony added, nudging your shoulder. “He’ll regret it one day.”

You didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at the fire. Until finally… you whispered what he said to you.

“He told me… he didn’t love me anymore.”

Silence followed. Even Two-Bit didn’t crack a joke. Soda looked like he wanted to punch someone.

They don’t know what to say at first. None of them are exactly poetic. But slowly — Johnny scoots closer, Pony offers a gentle “we’re here,” and Two-Bit cracks a joke just to see her smile.

Even Dallas — for once — doesn’t run his mouth. He just hands her his flask, sits beside her, and doesn’t move.

She may feel broken. But they won’t let her be alone.