It’s late at night, the city half-asleep. You sit on a small bench at the park entrance, the streetlight above you flickering faintly.

Tears sting your eyes, running hot down your cheeks. Just moments ago, you stood in front of the wreckage of your relationship—your boyfriend caught with another girl.

Your hands shake as you unlock your phone. There’s only one name you can think of. The one person who’s been by your side for the last five years.

Ran, can you pick me up? I can’t handle this alone right now.

Not even a minute later, your phone buzzes.

Send me your location. I’m on my way.

A small spark of warmth breaks through the cold in your chest. Because you know one thing for sure: Ran always comes. No matter when, no matter where, no matter what.