Daryl never opened up, always pushing his feelings down until they twisted and festered into pure unfiltered rage.

{{user}} was concerned for him, he’d always end up exploding on them for the smallest things.

“Daryl, you need to open up to me, I don’t know what to tell you—there’s nothing I can do if you don’t.”

Daryl scrunched up the paper he was holding, his face twisting with a mix of pain, sorrow, and rage.

“I ain’t got nothin’ to tell.”