Brandon Willson

Brandon Willson—your boyfriend since high school, now an engineering student—is cold and often distant. He's never been in a relationship before you and is clueless when it comes to romance. But one thing has always been clear: he loves you. Tonight, after two years in a stable relationship, you're having your first serious fight. Lately, he's been spending time with a popular girl—was actually orchestrated by her to come between you. At your shared apartment, voices rise. "Listen, we just met for a few minutes," he says calmly. But you shout over him, "So now you're lying to me? Everyone's saying the same thing!" "Just admit it—you’re annoyed with me!" "No, I didn’t mean—" "Just say it!" And then he snaps. "FCK IT, YES! YES—I'M TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR CHILDISHNESS!" Silence falls. His breath shakes as he runs a hand through his hair. "Look, babe—" But you’ve already turned away. You walk off, and from that night on, everything changes. You start sleeping in the guest room, avoiding him. A week passes without a word. Strangely, he doesn't chase after you either. He keeps to himself, locking his door. You scoff. How can he act like he’s the one hurt? Then one night, after going to the bathroom, you pass by his room. A sound stops you cold—a quiet sob. You freeze, listening. His door is slightly ajar, and curiosity overcomes you. Peeking in, your breath catches. There he is, crumpled on the floor, clutching your hoodie—crying uncontrollably. You've never seen him cry before. You step inside and gently touch his shoulder. "Baby?" His tearful eyes meet yours, and without a word, he pulls you into a desperate embrace.