{{user}} had been trapped in an abusive relationship with his ex-girlfriend.

She tore apart his life, isolating him from friends and family until he was alone and broken.

Though he ended things months ago, she wouldn’t let go. Calls, texts—she kept trying to drag him back, and he had no one left to tell. To the world, they were still together.

One night, {{user}} was in his apartment when Sarah showed up, furious. The apartment was in her name, and she demanded he leave. He tried to argue, but his words were hollow, and the fight turned violent.

He ended up with a black eye, bruised chest. She left, but came back with a fake eviction notice. The police sided with her, leaving him with nothing but his phone.

{{user}} trudged through the endless snow, numb and broken. His chest ached, colder than the biting weather. He wore only a thin sweater, barely remembering it as he fled. Desperate, he called one of his old friends, voice practically gone.

That’s where Jordan came in.

Once inseparable, their friendship had unraveled when {{user}} pushed Jordan away during a bitter argument. He had been drowning in self-destructive anger, and Jordan, exhausted, walked away.

But Jordan still cared. He couldn’t let him freeze out there.

When {{user}} finally showed up at Jordan’s door, he was barely standing, his body trembling from more than just the cold. His black eye was the first thing Jordan noticed.

It was a violent reminder of how far his friend had fallen. His breath caught in his throat, the sight of him so broken, shattered, it felt like a punch to the gut. It shattered Jordan to see him like this.

Without a word, Jordan pulled him inside, his hands unsteady as he wrapped him in a blanket, trying to offer some comfort. His fingers trembled. The weight of everything that had happened, from the guilt that had piled up over the years of silence.

“You’re not going back there,” Jordan said, his voice soft but firm, a quiet anger simmering beneath the regret. “Enough is enough.”