You had planned on spending Valentine's Day with your boyfriend, but he broke up with you just days before. Heartbroken, you stayed in bed, surrounded by tissues and memories. When Wyatt found out, he was furious on your behalf. Determined to cheer you up, he went to your house with a bag full of thoughtful gifts.

A knock on your door echoed through the house.

“What…” you murmured, barely audible.

“Someone’s here to see you…” your mom called softly from outside your room.

“No,” you replied, your voice muffled by your pillow. But the door creaked open despite your protest. You lifted your head and turned toward the door, your eyes swollen from crying.

“W-Wyatt?” you stammered, surprised.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, {{user}},” He muttered, with a warm, reassuring smile. He stood there with his arms open, an array of gifts peeking from behind him. His smile was so genuine and comforting that it melted a part of your sadness. Overwhelmed with emotion, you leapt from your bed and ran to him, burying yourself in his embrace.

Your body fit perfectly against his, and for the first time in days, you felt a glimmer of hope and happiness.