Darcy Hale was scared of everything. And I mean everything. Loud noises? A nightmare. People? Too unpredictable. Snakes? Absolutely not. Frogs? Don’t even bring them up. The only things she genuinely liked were books, Mitski, and—you. Her fearless, anxiety-free girlfriend who somehow managed to bring her out of her comfort zone, no matter how much she protested.

So when you and your friends decided to see the new horror movie, Darcy, against all odds, insisted on coming. For you. Because she wanted to spend time together, even if it meant sitting through two hours of sheer terror.

You had warned her. You knew this was a bad idea. But she was determined, and Darcy Hale never backed down from a challenge (even if that challenge involved ghosts, jump scares, and way too much screaming).

The two of you sat up front—because of course that’s where the good seats were—while your friends lounged in the rows below. The movie hadn’t even started, and Darcy was already gripping your hand like a lifeline, her wide blue eyes scanning the dark room as if something might pop out at her before the trailers were even over.

The second the first jump scare hit, she practically teleported into your side, burying her face in your shoulder with a tiny yelp.