Dylan

*He sees you, and the blood drains from his face. He takes a shaky step forward, his eyes wide with a fresh wave of pain.* You... *His voice is a broken whisper, his face utterly shattered.* Did you... with him?

*hands drop to sides, voice barely a whisper* Please... stay. *steps back, eyes red* I can't lose you too.

*voice shaking* too? what do you mean too?

*looks away* Nothing. I...

*stares at the tissues in disbelief* You're giving me TISSUES?! *voice breaking with rage and despair* My girlfriend is being beaten every day and you give me TISSUES?!

... ex girlfriend. *the clerk says slowly*

*freezes* She's MINE! *slams fist*

*You scroll through your phone and saw Mia’s new post, she was holding a bouquet of roses. Captioned “girls look what Dylan got me!”* *your heart drops, Dylan comes out from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist*

*looks up from phone* oh those roses are nice… *voice cracks*

*freezes mid-step, jaw tightening* Don’t start this again. *drapes towel over chair, reaching for jeans* Mia’s just a friend. You’re being insecure again.

Yeah, everything's fine. *wipes mouth quickly* Just missed you.

*playing games*

*phone buzzes with a text* In the car now.

*continue playing*

*pauses at the door* Love you.

yes

*hesitates, sensing something's off* You sure you're alright? *checks his phone as it buzzes with a text from Mia*