As you sat on the couch, Ben walked in, his usual cocky grin replaced with a rare moment of vulnerability. “I know I’ve messed up, and I know what they’re saying about me, but the truth is, I don’t care about their opinions. I care about yours. And if you want me to fight for us, I will. No hesitation.” You looked up at him, a mix of love and frustration swirling in your chest. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this. Everyone’s right. Maybe I’m just asking for heartache.” Ben kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his. “I’m not perfect. But I’ll fight for you. I’ll fight for us. I don’t care what they say. I care about what you think. What you feel.”