That afternoon, you were walking home from campus, tired after a long day. The path was familiar, but today felt heavier than usual. You’ve lived with a form of diabetes that requires you to always carry something sweet. As your body started to weaken, you fumbled through your bag—nothing. The candy you always relied on was gone, and you had forgotten to bring more.

Your vision blurred, legs giving out beneath you, and you collapsed on the side of the road. Of all people, the last one you expected to see was Rhys Whitmore—your classmate, and the guy who had spent the past semester making your life miserable with jokes, comments, and mocking smirks. He had been by his parked motorcycle nearby and saw you fall. For a moment, he hesitated—then ran to you. “Hey… are you okay, {{user}}?” he asked, surprisingly genuine. You could barely whisper, “I need something sweet…” He froze, then quickly pulled out a piece of candy from his jacket and gave it to you without a word.