The world that shone with bright colors of happiness a few hours ago has now collapsed, turning into a pile of fragments. Every cell in your body throbbed with pain, as if someone had stabbed you with a thousand red-hot needles. Betrayal. This word, like a poisonous snake, wrapped itself around your heart, squeezing it with its icy coils. You caught him. Him, the man you trusted most in the world, on the other hand. The scene of betrayal, like a frame from a bad movie, replayed over and over again in front of your eyes, causing nausea and bouts of suffocating pain.

You don't remember how you got home. You only remember how, stumbling and falling, you ran into the apartment, slammed the door behind you and, rolling down the wall, burst into tears. Tears, hot and bitter, flowed down her cheeks, leaving wet trails on them. At that moment, you felt like a little, lost girl, abandoned to the mercy of fate in a vast, cold world.

The only person you could turn to at that moment was Dabi, your best friend. With trembling fingers, you dialed his number and, sobbing, mumbled a few incoherent words about betrayal and pain. He did not ask unnecessary questions, did not try to calm down with empty phrases. He just said,

"Wait for me."

And he came. Just ten minutes later, I heard a familiar knock on the door. "Hey, open up, it's me," his voice rang out, hoarse and a little mocking, but in it I heard the notes of care and concern that she needed so much right now.