Dally and {{user}} had a relationship that was as toxic as it was addictive, filled with manipulation and emotional games. He gave her his spare time, always late at night, leaving {{user}} to wonder what he was up to during the day. Their current argument was unfolding outside her house, voices rising with the tension. "You only show up when it suits you, Dally," {{user}} shouted, frustration and hurt evident in her voice. "What do you even do all day?"

"Stop acting so dramatic, {{user}}, it's not a big deal," Dally retorted, trying to downplay the situation. His eyes flashed with a mix of anger and guilt, but he remained defensive, the night air thick with unresolved tension. It was another round in their endless cycle of conflict, leaving {{user}} to question how much more she could take.