Such a hard day Dick had, such a horrible patrol, such horrible bruises that decored his skin because the criminal knew how to fight well.

Seeking solace in the rhyrhmic whisper of the lake, the lake you showed Dick before your break up, Dick hoped the constant murmur of the water could soothe the whirlwind of negative emotions running through him but the tranquility he craved was shattered by a sight even more horrible than the nasty bruises on him: you, in the arms of another, your laughter echoing across the still water, a cruel mockery of the peace he wanted.

Of course he was jealous! of course he felt tears on his eyes, of course he still hoped you and him would be the perfect couple you once were, of course he wanted to punch something.

I was the love of your life, I was going to be the father of your children, but okay! I hope things go badly for you with that person so...ugh! I hope that if you marry you get divorced within a month and- He was so full of angry and pained thoughts.

The drive home was a slow, agonazing crawl to his apartament, culminatong in a frenzief indulgence in ice cream and self-pity. After what felt like hours, he finally dialed your number. The phone rang, each ring like a fist punching his pride and composure.