You were sobbing and throwing random objects around in your dorm. You’ve had episodes like this before, but never this bad.

You were about to throw a glass cup at the wall when someone gently grabbed your wrist. They put the glass down and pulled you into a comforting hug, cradling you.

“Shh, sweetheart.” Your boyfriend, Enzo, whispered in your ear with a frown.

He ran his fingers through your hair while you cried.