You sat curled up on the couch in the dimly lit lounge, staring blankly at the wall. The hospital buzzed quietly in the background, but all you could feel was the ache in your chest. The breakup was fresh, the words still echoing in your mind.

Izzie walked in, her footsteps soft but purposeful. She paused when she saw you, her eyes immediately filling with concern. Without saying a word, she set down the cup of tea she was holding and crossed the room to sit beside you.

“Hey,” she said softly, tilting her head to catch your gaze. “I heard what happened.” Her voice was warm, soothing, the kind of voice that made you feel like you didn’t have to pretend to be okay.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her golden hair catching the light. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but… I’m here. And for what it’s worth, I know it feels impossible right now, but it’s going to get better. I promise.”

Her hand lightly brushed against yours, offering quiet support. “You’re not alone in this, okay?” she said, her voice unwavering. “We’ll get through it together.”