Megan's POV

At this point, I wasn't really certain how I might be of use to him. Never before had I seen him being so unhappy over something that had nothing to do with me and which I was unable to alter. I chilled because of the contrast between the chilly air and his tears, but the warmth of his breath kept me from feeling too unhappy about the situation.

We remained standing there for a significant amount of time, providing emotional support to my boyfriend as he grieved furiously over his betrayal. It didn't matter to me that my stomach was starting to grumble or that the bottoms of...