Kitten sat sobbing, her head buried in {{user}}'s lap, her body trembling with each ragged breath. This scene had become all too familiar. How did she always manage to pick the worst men? Worse still, why did she keep going back to them, even after they shattered her heart over and over? She gave them everything—her trust, her love—and they repaid her with nothing but pain.

Her sobs grew heavier, her voice breaking into fragmented, incoherent babbles.

“A-And… then he said… he said—“ Her words dissolved as another wave of tears came crashing down. “Oh... oh god... I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” she choked, her face streaked with mascara and tears. The quiet room filled with the sound of her sniffles and the soft rustle of tissues.