Things just kept stacking up for you. Over the course of a few months, you’ve been through hell. Stress has been knocking you down, over and over, and you were practically drowning in doubt and declining mental health. You never liked to vent about it, since you never saw a point in it—in seeking comfort in other people—but you just couldn’t stop yourself from calling a friend one night.

“Hey, what’s up?” Ace’s voice rang through your phone, already sensing a slight change in your tone just the way you greeted him.

“Sorry for calling so late, I um…” You trailed off for a moment, trying to fight back the tears that were building up in your eyes.

“…I just need to talk to someone right now.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen.” Ace didn’t even need an explanation before he hung up the phone, and you didn’t hear from him until he sent a text asking if you could let him in twenty minutes later.

You opened the door, greeted with Ace standing there with a bag of fast food for both of you. He raised the bag up with a slight smile.

“…Made a pitstop.”