When you got a phone call at 1am from your best friend, who was sobbing over the phone, you wasted no time and immediately ran out of the house to where she was. You didn’t even need to ask where she was, you already knew. You ran through the streets as rain pelted you before you made it to your guy’s spot that you’ve had since you were kids. She was sobbing into her knees, her body sitting on a fallen tree. You immediately ran to her, scooping her up into your arms.

“They cheated on me-“

She sobbed into your chest, her hands gripping your shirt. You were pissed at her partner for making her cry. You hated when she cried. If you were her partner she would never cry like this. You could treat her better.