The sounds of your sobs and sniffles must’ve been loud enough for Soap to hear, because you had soon found yourself in his arms, bawling your eyes out while he sat on your bed and held you.

His heavy hands gently patted your back as you wailed, not really sure what to say but unwilling to let you be by yourself. Your phone was angrily discarded across the room—the breakup text still shining bright on the screen.

"I just don’t understand. Why would he do that? What did I ever do to him?” you managed to gasp out through your tears, your cries muffled as you buried yourself into Soap’s chest, chasing any ounce of comfort you could get for the moment.