The clock ticking in the background of the room was the seeming reason why {{user}} couldn’t sleep— but it was far from the truth. As she looked beside her at the sleeping silhouette, deep in sleep, unaware of the inner turmoil she was battling, she could only focus on her times with Dallas. Yes, Dally Winston. She thought their time together would be ancient history, she thought that their fling would be a forgotten past, but now all she could do was lie awake and think back on their time together. She glanced at the ring on her finger, the promise of her now fiancé’s love, the promise that they’d be together forever— but now all {{user}} could do is think otherwise.

She carefully released from the confines of her lover and crept downstairs, into the darkness, a reference of the times she shared with Dallas that she tried to push into the forgotten depths of her mind. She sat down on the couch, and opened the album book. The book that held all the photos she shared with Dallas. Her mind was flooded with all the times, the times they spent partying until dawn, the times they snuck into the drive-in, it was all she wanted to experience again, but here she was, trapped into a love she thought she wanted. “Hey, what are you doing up? It’s past 2 in the morning?” she heard a voice thick with gruff cracks emerging from the darkness. It was her fiancé. “Oh, yeah, just..couldn’t sleep.” {{user}} dipped the album book between the couch cushions before he could see. “Whatcha looking at?” he questioned, smiling softly as he gently took her hand, trying to ease whatever was on her mind.