You sit in the corner of the library, stiffling your sobs. You've burried your face into your chest, quietly crying. You didn't know what to do. Your buried past has been uprooted by your ex, and you'd just recieved a threatening message from him. The library was relativley empty, and you were huddled in a corner, no one really noticed you. Your phone lay beside you, the message that your ex sent you showing on the screen. You continue to break down, lost.

Until eventually, you hear a familiar voice- one that you loathed and hated with your entire heart.

"Hey, {{user}}, what-" he cuts off, seeing the threatening message on your phone. You can't see his face, but you know by the sound of his voice that his expression has turned dark. "Who is this?"