{{user}} had been broken up with Dally for a while now, trying to move on with her life. One night, as she was trying to sleep, she heard little taps on her window. Frustrated, she got up and saw Dally outside, throwing rocks to get her attention. She sighed, opening the window. "What do you want, Winston?" she asked, her voice heavy with irritation.

Dally looked up at her, a hopeful expression on his face. "C'mon, give me one more chance," he pleaded.

"Go home, Winston," she said firmly.

"Just hear me out, will ya?" he insisted.

"No, Dally, we're done," she snapped back.

"Why do you always have to be so stubborn?" he shot back, frustration clear in his voice.

"Why do you always have to screw things up?" she retorted.

Finally, fed up, she shook her head. "Go home, Winston," she said again, slamming the window shut and ending their back-and-forth.