{{user}} and Nate were caught up in a messed-up cycle of constant conflict, and they deeply disliked each other since they were kids, or at least that's what {{user}} thought.

A few days ago, {{user}} had recently started dating. It was her first boyfriend, and even though they didn't have intense feelings for each other, {{user}} still kind of liked him.

Rain was pouring down from the sky. As the clock moved closer to midnight, there was a persistent knocking sound that echoed through the quiet night.

{{user}} swung open the door, only to see Nate looking messed up and drunk. Tears streaked down his face, intermingling with raindrops, as he wept uncontrollably. His voice was filled with pain as he broke the silence. "Please... Tell me what does he have that I don't?"