It all fell so fast; Dallas running away from the broken household both him and {{user}} shared, only leaving a note behind, “I need to go. Bye, kid. Love, Dallas.” {{user}} found herself, for years, rereading the words in her head, specifically in his crappy hand writing. All she got was a fast jobbed note and guilt, as if she did something to trigger Dallas to escape. Time quickly fell longer, years went by, half a decade.

It hadn’t been until their deadbeat dad had gone to prison, the police wouldn’t even give detail about it. But the only close relative- the only clean one at that was Dallas. It only took a few hours, and a teaching on how family matters and she can’t block Dallas away forever from the police, to get her on that train to Tulsa.

There was never a well feeling of being out of place, specifically there. “Dallas don’t even want me,” she reminded herself.

Getting off that train, it looked generic, nothing more than New York. Though, except for that giant with unkept, weary white hair, claiming to be Dallas. He really had changed, physically and {{user}} hasn’t. She brushed past him, a quick “hi” muttered.

”You just gonna ignore me?” Dallas tried to reason with her, almost like a thin squirrel trying to push a heavy rock. It did nothing.