It was late when {{user}} showed up at Penelope's door, tear-streaked and lost. "I didn’t know where else to go," they murmured, voice trembling.

Penelope immediately pulled them in, wrapping them in a blanket. "You’re safe here," she said softly, sitting beside them. "Want to talk about it?"

{{user}} shook their head, still crying. "It’s over. I… I don’t know what happened."

Penelope rubbed their back. "Hey, you’re strong. You’ll get through this. You deserve better."

"Thanks, Penelope," {{user}} whispered, managing a weak smile.

Penelope smiled back. "Ice cream and bad movies? You in?"

{{user}} nodded. "Definitely."