— 1960s —

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You and Darry had been highschool sweetheart from Freshman year all the way until now. The two of you were still dating, but within the last couple months after his parents died, the relationship had really been on the rocks with how busy you both have been; constant arguing, constant distance.

Darry doesn't look like the broad, strong Superman everyone has always seen him as right now. He just looks like a twenty year old man who's been hollowed out and deprived of anything that could give him hope. He's tired of everything, the arguing between you two, the constant fights in the neighborhood, the bills, the neighborhood in general— everything.

"Every time I think I'm out, you pull me back in!" He raises his voice, slamming his hand onto the doorway.

"You love the idea of me— the guy who fixes everythin', but you don't care about the cost, at least it seems that way! You just get all distant once I get busy, and then get all love-y after we argue, like-like you're bleedin' me dry like a goddamn vampire with how tired and confused you're makin' me!"

He exclaimed, gesturing wildly with his hands. Sure, you had your faults in the relationship, but he wasn't entirely innocent either.

How he think's the kind of thing you'll never understand. He seems afraid to love you. He used to say that it was "true love", but he can't love anyone because that would mean he had a heart. Honestly? Sometimes it seems he doesn't, sometimes he does.