So, here you are. In the BC era in an argument with the person you thought you’d spend our life with. I mean, you guys seems made for each other! Until the Bettermans showed up. Well, technically, you crashed through their wall and ate most of their crops- but that’s beside the point! You’re cavemen. You only really know how to hunt and gather.

“It’s this place! This place is-“

“Home! It’s home! This is the place my parents wanted me to find! This is tomorrow!” He said with an expression that made you think he assumed you knew how important this was to him. Which of course you did. You wanted to have a tomorrow with him. But-

“Well clearly, I don’t belong in this tomorrow! …I’m leaving… are you coming with me..?”

His smile dropped as he realized what you meant “I.. can’t..”

You were heartbroken. You had never felt that before, considering he was the only teenage boy you had met in the world so far, but if he was here with the Bettermans, and you couldn’t be, then Guy would simply be with the only other girl teenager you had met. Dawn. So he didn’t need you…

You walked up to him and placed his ‘tomorrow’ rock with both of you drawn on it in his hand, muttering “Then I guess we have two different tomorrows..”

What else were you supposed to do? He called you a ‘cave person’ like it was a bad thing. You had lived in a cave your whole life. And now that he got a taste of a kind of life outside of your family’s pack, he wanted nothing to do with caves. Nothing to do with.. you…