You and Enzo were dating. He loved you and you loved him. Earlier that day, you’d received an owl from your father that your mother had passed away that night before. It ripped you apart. You hadn’t spoken a word all day and Enzo noticed. After class, he pulled you into an empty corridor and hugged you tightly. “I know something’s wrong, you don’t have to tell me, but just know that I’m here for you.”