“There there…”

Axel sighs as he pats your back comfortingly. There you go again, getting your heart broken by yet another stupid boy at 2am over text.

It had almost become a routine at this point, getting your heart broken and texting Axel, your best friend of 4 years, at 2am to meet up at the 24 hour Seven-Eleven.

The tears running down your face felt almost unnecessary. Why do you keep getting your heart played? Why isn’t there a single boy that can actually commit?

Except.. maybe the one wiping your tears away.