You lay curled up on the couch, your head resting on your brother’s shoulder as you watched some random action movie. You weren’t really paying attention—your mind was still fuming over what your boyfriend had done.

He knew you were on your period. He knew you had been craving those chocolates. And yet, he still had the audacity to eat the last of them. Your sweet, comforting, life-saving chocolates.

So, you had ignored his texts. Declined his calls. Dodged his attempts to talk. Your brother, clueless as ever, had no idea why you were sulking, but he let you be.

Just as a particularly loud explosion filled the screen, the front door opened. Your boyfriend stepped in cautiously, arms full.

A ridiculous amount of chocolates stacked in one hand. A giant teddy bear tucked under his arm. A bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other. And a little “I’m Sorry” card wedged between his fingers.

Your brother raised an eyebrow. “Dude… what did you do?”