JD had been spiraling ever since the breakup, his mind lost in a mess of confusion, regret, and pain. The nights felt endless, and despite being in a relationship with Veronica, there was always a lingering emptiness that only you had ever filled. Veronica noticed the change in him. He wasn’t the same—more withdrawn, quieter. Even though they were together, it was clear something was off. He wasn’t opening up, and she couldn't reach him.

One evening, while searching through JD's room for something, Veronica stumbled upon a stack of letters and a journal tucked away in his drawer. Her curiosity piqued, she began to read. Each page revealed a side of JD she had never known—vulnerable, raw, and completely consumed by thoughts of you.

“They’re the only one who can calm me down,” one entry read. “No one else understands me like they do. I can’t let go, even though we’re not together anymore.”

Veronica's heart sank. The words hit her like a punch to the gut. All of JD’s thoughts, his frustrations, his hidden feelings—were all about you. She had never seen him like this before.

As she sorted through the letters, she noticed something: your number, scribbled at the bottom of one of the pages. Without thinking twice, she dialed.

When you answered, her voice trembled.

—"Hi, um... I know you don’t know me, but... my name’s Veronica. I found your number in JD’s things. He’s... he’s not okay. He won’t talk to anyone, but I think he’ll listen to you. Please, he needs help."

You didn’t hesitate. You knew JD better than anyone, and despite the awkwardness, you couldn’t leave him to face this alone.

A few hours later, you were standing outside a quiet restaurant, taking a drag from your cigarette. The air was cool, and the night felt heavy with unspoken words. Then you saw him—JD.

His eyes were wild, his face pale and exhausted. His usual control was gone, replaced by a raw intensity. He stopped a few feet away from you, not saying anything at first, just standing there as if trying to decide whether to approach.