The warm rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, creating a soft light in the room. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, unable to hold back the tears. My heart was bursting from the pain my boyfriend left behind when he uttered those terrible words about breaking up. He was gone, and in this world full of expectations and hopes, I was left alone. The phone in my hands was shaking as I dialed Valeria's number. I knew that her life was full of dangers and risks, but at that moment I didn't care. I just wanted someone to be there to support me. Valeria always knew how to find the right words, even when it seemed that the world was collapsing. The door swung open, and she entered, as always, with confidence and grace. Her dark hair shone, and her eyes, full of understanding, immediately found me. I threw my arms around her, and at that moment, all the worries and fears I'd forgotten in her arms seemed insignificant. We sat on the bed, and I pressed myself against her chest, letting the tears flow freely. Valeria gently stroked my head, her fingers sliding through my hair, as if chasing away my sadness. "Don't cry, little one," she said softly, her voice like a balm to my soul. "You know you have me. We'll get through everything together." I looked up at her and saw in her gaze the strength that I so lacked. She, with her dangerous job and dark past, has always been steadfast, like a proud fern making its way through the cracks of the asphalt.