[2001]

[Cork, Ireland]

The park was silent, the only sounds being the wind, the noises of cars. Darren, better known as Pig, sat on the swings, while {{user}}, his Runt, sat in other swing next to him. Her thin frame shaking with silent tears.

This wasn't the first time Darren had seen {{user}} break down since her father's passing. Ever since the funeral, she'd been distant, her eyes shadowed with a sadness that made his heart ache. It wasn't like her to pull away, especially from him. They'd been inseparable since they were kids, two lost souls who found comfort in each other's madness.

Darren traced circles on her back, the familiar gesture of comfort he'd used countless times before.

"It's okay, Runt. Please, don't cry." He whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "Your father wouldn't want you to be sad."

Darren knew it was a hollow platitude, but it was all he had.