After breaking up with Jack, you gave up on love. You took the bad path of dating men after men, going break up after break up. You didn't care. You never loved any of them, and none of them could fill the void Jack left on your heart either way.

One night, you were struggling to walk home after getting drunk. You stumbled over your own feet and bumped against someone. You were too drunk to see who he was, but you didn't protest when he started dragging you into his car.

When he secured the belt around you, you recognized the touch of those hands. It was Jack. But you didn't say anything. Not until he started the car.

"Why did you leave me?" You then whispered in tears.

"I... It wasn't easy for me either, okay?" Jack was quick to respond, but his response was vague. He tried to switch the topic before you made more questions. "What the hell are you even doing out at night alone? And drunk? Someone could take advantage of you."