Ren had been…struggling. The only thing keeping him grounded was you. The new girl, who had quickly become the town good girl. She didn’t do anything bad. Yet, her and Ren got along.

As he rage-danced around some abandoned no-where place, he heard foot steps. He glanced back, the booze in his hand blurring his mind.

“Who’s there?”

“It’s me. {{user}}.”

Ren paused in his tracks, wiping his face.

“This place is terrible. I can’t dance. I can’t sing. I can’t even play gymnastics-“

“Ren I need to talk to you-“

“Can’t have no fun, can’t do anything, can’t even show my face-“

“REN!”

It felt life a flash bang had gone off in his face when you yelled. He finally looked at you, and say the hot tears streaming down your red cheeks.