Darry and you were good friends. Great friends, actually. You and him were close, you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you. You knew his problems, he knew yours. And despite your troubles, you couldn't leave each other.

You were passing by his work at construction to give him some food you made, just because. And he didn't seem to be eating too much, since he didn't exactly have the time. He's always working left and right outside and inside the house.

You pulled up to his work and called his name. He turned and ran over when he saw you, sweating like a mad man.

"Hey, what're you doing here?" He asked, putting his hands in his pockets. He looked tired.