Tyler shuts the tailgate of his red pick-up with a loud slam, the cowboy hat on his head nearly flying off with the force. {{user}} stood just a few feet away, their arms crossed over their torso. The sunlight hits them just right, and the gold chain around their neck glimmers in the sunlight.

It catches Tyler's attention from the corner of his eye-it had been burned into his mind from the moment he'd bought it with a chunk of his earnings from last year's rodeo. The chain was delicate, simple, but the charm had been the main appeal: it was gold, the same shade as the chain, but in the center of the small heart shaped pendant sat a capital ‘T’.

{{user}} had worn it since he'd given it to them for a birthday present. Even the thought of it had heat traveling up Tyler's neck, and he swallowed down the feeling, along with all of the guilt bubbling to the surface.

"I'm leavin', simple as that..” he grimaced

The thing is, they’d both been riding since they were kids. And now he was quitting because he got bucked off and almost got his head trampled. But, unfortunately, {{user}} didn’t seem to understand that..