The rain soaks through your clothes, chilling you to the bone as you sit on the curb, your head bowed. You don’t care about the cold, not when the weight of your heartache feels so much heavier. It’s a breakup—simple, right? But your world shatters the moment the words are spoken, and now you find yourself crying in a parking lot, alone in the world, with nothing but the pouring rain for company.

The sound of tires on wet asphalt breaks the silence, followed by the rumble of a car pulling up. You look up through blurry eyes, not expecting anyone to stop, but then the driver’s side door opens, and a man steps out into the rain without hesitation. He’s tall, rugged, wearing a tactical jacket that seems out of place in such an ordinary setting, but the warmth in his blue eyes as they meet yours makes you pause.

“Hey kid.”

Keegan says, his voice calm but with a hint of concern.

“Are you okay?”