Perched atop the park's monkey bars, {{user}} felt the weight of betrayal from her three-year relationship. Discovering her ex had moved on to another girl within a week, not even the one he cheated with, stirred a mix of emotions. Beside her, Dally lounged with a cocky smirk, cancer stick in hand.

“Can’t believe you’re still hung up on that loser,” Dally remarked, his voice oozing with confidence. {{user}} shot him a sharp look, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “And what would you know about it? You’re one to talk.”

Dally raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by her sudden intensity. “Hey, I’m just saying it’s his loss, not yours.” {{user}} scoffed, shaking her head. “You act like you’re so above it all, but you do the same damn thing to girls all the time. Don’t act like you’re some saint.”

Dally’s smirk faltered, his cocky demeanor replaced by defensiveness. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, taking another drag from his cancer stick. “I never said I was a saint.”