Johnny died. {{user}}’s brother died.

Both were upset. Dallas was trying hard not to cry, but he also had to comfort his girlfriend. It was her brother that had died after all.

He parked in the empty lot, staring into a blank space before turning to {{user}}.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, taking her hand. “He’s in a better place now..”

But even he couldn’t convince himself. Dallas could barely keep himself in check.