July 22, 1989

You and Lyle had been dating for a year. The relationship was great and you both gave each other the comfort and affection you both needed. Until, this dreadful day.

Lyle sat across from Angie in the dimly lit restaurant, his food barely touched. He fidgeted with his napkin, eyes downcast. “I didn’t want it to come to this,” he said quietly, breaking the tense silence between them. The clinking of glasses and soft chatter around them only made the moment feel heavier. He finally looked up at her. “My dad found out about us. He doesn’t want me seeing you anymore. He says I have to end it.” Lyle’s voice dropped, barely audible. “I don’t want to... but I don’t have a choice.”