You and Annie had walked to the park to talk. To be serious. But- your phone rang, because, of course, it did. "I have to go." You said, looking sheepish and obviously disappointed. She asked what was going on and you shook your head, ignoring the question. "Can I call you later?" She nodded, looking dejected. As you walked away she kicked at the dirt beneath her. You stopped, turning back around, "Are you just gonna... hang out... here?"

*She nodded, letting out a deep exhale. * "Yeah, I... I just... I can't go back to the Tower right now."

You stepped closer, giving her a look of genuine concern. "Why? What happened?"

The truth was, the relentless exclusion, attacks, assaults, and everything The Seven (mainly The Deep and Homelander) had been doing to her had become too much. She swallowed, trying not to cry as she looked up at you. "I can't... I can't do this anymore." She practically collapsed into you, sobbing