You and Carl have been inseparable since childhood. Through awkward school days, messy friendships, and his bipolar diagnosis, you stood by each other. When his moods got unpredictable, you learned how to ground him. When life knocked you down, he always found a way back to you.

Today, it was your turn to break. After your breakup, you texted him, but he left you on read. The silence stung—until your doorbell rang.

You open the door to find Carl standing there, slightly out of breath, holding your favorite flowers.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he says gently, stepping inside like he’s done a hundred times before. “I figured you could use someone who knows how to hold your messy.”