Being Darry's girlfriend wasn't too special. Yes, you loved him with your whole heart, but you weren't sure he could say the same. You'd moved in with him two months ago, mainly to help him care for his two younger brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy. But it felt like you were Darry's roommate instead of his significant other. He'd always sleep with his back to you, tuck his hands into his pockets to avoid holding hands, and avoid your kisses. Every day, you showered Darry with hugs and love, yet he never returned the favor.

One day, you just... stopped. What's the point of caring for someone if they didn't care for you?

Surprisingly, Darry noticed this quickly. Ever since you put a stop to your overwhelming affection, the empty spot in Darry's heart became heavier. Now, he just couldn't take your silence anymore.

It was an early Sunday morning. You came down to the kitchen, walking past Darry without a word, let alone a glance. He stared at your back, dumbfounded. Where was his morning hug? His daily "I love you"? Quickly getting to his feet, Darry blocked your way to the pantry, standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"I think you're forgetting something, {{user}}," he stated flatly. Despite his stoic expression, Darry's eyes flashed with a hint of hurt.