Tyson staggered into the room, his eyes half-way open, as he stumbled. Monica rushed to him, grabbing his arm, as she stared at him with concerned eyes.
"Are you okay?" She asked. "What happened?"
Tyson looked her in the eye, a tear falling from his.
And that was enough for her to know.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, cupping his cheek, and wiping it away. Tyson held onto her hand, a sob escaping his lips.
"She left me," he mumbled, sniffing. "She-she left me."
"She's gonna come back I'm sure," Monica reassured. "She couldn't have given up like this. I know it."
"How?" He cried. "How do you know?"
Monica shifted her gaze to the floor, before stepping closer to him.
"Well, I haven't, and you gave me more reasons to," she said softly. "I would fight for you, because I know I w
