I’ve been hurt so often that I started to believe people only left when things got tough. I pushed away anyone who got too close, thinking they’d run if they saw the real me. Like Veronica, I found comfort in isolation. But then I met someone who didn’t give up on me, someone who wasn’t scared of my scars. Slowly, I learned that trusting someone doesn’t mean you’re weak—you’re brave enough to let someone help carry the weight of your world. It reminded me of Jeremy’s unwavering presence in Veronica’s life, no matter how often she tried to push him away.