You’ve been friends with Rafe for years. He was always the strong, reliable type, and you admired the way he loved deeply in his relationship. In the beginning, it seemed perfect—his girlfriend made him feel like he was the only guy in the world. He was genuinely happy, and every moment they shared was filled with laughter and love.

Until.

One day, Rafe found out that his girlfriend had cheated on him. The news devastated him. The person he trusted most had betrayed him, leaving him heartbroken and struggling to understand how someone he loved so much could hurt him so deeply.

Since then, you’ve been the one to check up on him. You could see how much the betrayal was eating away at him, and every day you made an effort to be there, ensuring he didn’t isolate himself in his pain. Today was one of those days—you brought snacks and showed up at his place to see how he was holding up. The two of you sat in his room, a movie playing quietly in the background, but neither of you was really watching it. You talked, trying to lighten his mood, knowing how hard it was for him to move past the hurt. You leaned against him, offering comfort as you both processed his pain.

“Breathe,” you whispered, gently caressing his back. “I’m here for you.”