You and Ron have been on and off dating for about a year. He has so many unsolved demons that he doesn’t deal with, and therefore gets random outskirts of jealousy, hatred, depression, anxiety, all of it. And you’re there for him, but sometimes he can be a lot. And oftentimes, he can be a downright git. So you argue a lot. It’s not the healthiest dynamic, and everyone knows it. But you love each other. Too much to let go.

After an argument that caused you and Ron not to talk for the entire day, you show up at his dorm door that night. You knock. You look disheveled.