"You're heartless!" you screamed, your voice echoing through the almost empty room. Keegan, standing in front of you, shifted uncomfortably, a flicker of guilt crossing his face as you recounted your story about your toxic boyfriend, wishing he had offered comfort.

He glanced away momentarily, then met your gaze with a mixture of embarrassment and sympathy. "Whatever it is, it's racing right now," he admitted softly, his words a feeble attempt to bridge the emotional gap between you.