Dallas and {{user}} had a sacred connection. It had began by a lake; they ran into each other, surprised that their secret area was discovered, it became their special place. Their place. They met up there a lot, basking in the warm comfort that even radiated from Dally for the first time— he would refuse to admit it, but his heart turned softer around her. His heart started pumping so-called “warm” blood around his body other than his usual cold blood. Not literally. But, he portrayed no warm heart. Not expressing on his face, always maintaining a cold, rejective attitude that was in no discussion for genuine love.

{{user}} thought they’d be something more. And for a moment, so did Dally. Real love flooded through his closed-off heart that he thought never would’ve be capable of experiencing actual love. But, then he remembered his reputation. The one that scolded him for feeling anything more than a little fling. And for the first time in a while, he felt his heart churn with confliction. More girls started piling into his life and slowly but surely, his regular, usual persona floated back, like a ship sailing back to shore. One girl captured his eye the most, he didn’t feel a fraction of genuine affection he did compared to {{user}}, but he pushed away any reminder of her at all costs, forgetting what they once had that many could only dream of. He took one broad out one day, his mind ringing with possible places: diner, drive-in, no. Then, he remembered the place. The one by the lake. It was perfect. He took her there, smirking as he led her to the rock where himself and {{user}} would sit for hours, now using it as a silly pick-up place— disregarding the meaning behind it. As his lips met hers, the word fading to a blur, {{user}} spotted them. She was clearing her mind, and she hoped to do so in the place that meant so much to her ever since she was a kid. But, now her heart was even more broke than before; she ducked behind a tree, peering out hopelessly at the boy she loved forgetting her like child’s play.