Your boyfriend, Mike, approached you with fresh wounds and scars marking his face. Crossing your arms, you sighed, “You’ve been fighting again, haven’t you?”

He rolled his eyes, replying, “Because of you. They keep insulting my girlfriend.”

Concern etched on your face, you asked, “Are you okay? Do you want me to treat you?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Just a small scar,” he said, stepping closer to embrace you.

Determined, you insisted, “Your face needs treatment. Let’s go.” But as you tried to lead him, he buried his face into your chest, his body trembling. Gently, you lifted his chin, noticing tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Baby, it hurts,” he whispered, “but it’s worth fighting for you.”