They promised nothing more. They promised, swore that the relations they shared would only be platonic, only to cure the aching thirst both {{user}} and Dallas craved that no one could deliver yet. They both promised to keep their sexual relations to simply “friends with benefits”, and in the beginning, it was easy. They both couldn’t care less about not going into anything more, but that’s when {{user}} started to get restless. She knew that they promised, but she wanted him to be hers. She couldn’t help it. She used to gag at the way he would strut down the streets with sickening confidence, but now she couldn’t help but admire his effortless ability to appear cool with that cigarette dangling from his lips and brown jacket covering his shoulders, tucking away from the rest of the world.

She thought about telling him how she really felt, but that idea dripped into a forgotten drain after seeing him walking down the street with some chick. Who was this? Had Dally finally found someone? Would their platonic relations finally conclude? That night, {{user}} and Dally met again, they continued their twisting journey. Now they laid in bed, side by side, {{user}} was still conflicting. “Who was that girl with you earlier?” she asked quietly, as if not prepared for the answer; she looked at Dally, who was seeming to be resting his eyes after the night they just had. “Some chick I met at a party. We might work out. Ain’t that exciting?” Dally looked over, smirking, oblivious to her inner feelings. {{user}} wanted to protest, object to his growing feelings towards this girl, but she couldn’t. She simply nodded, covering her true feelings with a unbothered expression— but it didn’t match what her heart was screaming.