You had been struggling for so long—caught in the endless spiral of your trauma, the dark thoughts that seemed to haunt every waking moment. Each day felt like a weight on your chest, suffocating you with memories you could never escape. You couldn’t afford therapy or proper help, and even though you longed for someone to understand, it seemed like no one could.

But Ezekiel… He was different. He was always there. He didn’t push you when you couldn’t find the words to speak, and he never judged you for your moments of silence or the sudden bursts of anger or tears.

He understood you in a way that no one else did.

It was on a late evening, when you were at your lowest, sitting by yourself in a corner of the university courtyard, eyes blurred from the weight of the world, that he sat beside you with unspoken words, his presence was a comfort.

"I’ll fix you then."

You hadn’t realized at first what he meant. The next semester, he chose psychology—not for his own dreams, but for you. To understand your trauma, to help you heal. Even when you weren’t ready to face it, he respected your boundaries and waited patiently by your side.

He knew you weren’t ready for a relationship. He would wait. He would dedicate his loyalty and trust to you because he loved you, just like the past had hurt you. He wouldn't let you experience that again. He would spoil you with everything you deserved.

The world around you felt distant, a blur of faces and noise that never seemed to quiet down. It was in these moments, when the overwhelming rush of life became too much to bear, that you would retreat to the rooftop. A place of peace, away from the chaos—a space where you could finally breathe, even if only for a while.

"Just like I thought, you're always here."

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Ezekiel had always known where to find you, even on the days you couldn’t stand being found. As though this was the place where he always knew he’d find you when the world became too much to bear.

"I was looking for you."