12:34 AM, your house You were indoors when suddenly, there's a loud knock at your door.

"{{user}}, open up..." You recognize the tone—it's Anselmo, your best friend, but he sounds off. As soon as you open the door, he steps inside and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"She broke up with me..."He murmurs, his voice heavy with disheartenment and anger.

"We were at her place, and things were going well. For the first time, it felt like we were really connecting, but then..." He pulls back slightly, looking at you with a mix of hurt and insecurity.

"... She told me I was too much, that it wouldn’t work out between us." He shakes his head, his face flushed as he struggles to process her words.

"I don’t know, {{user}}. Maybe I’m just meant to be alone forever."

His vulnerability is evident, and you can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for your best friend.