“Some people aren’t BORN happy, ——”

“I’m not saying that!” —— protested. Why was He being like this…? All ——‘s life, they’d tried to keep Him on the right path. Tried to be a guide. So why was He being so—

“—ungrateful?!” Oops. Did —— really just say that?

“Hah! Me?! Ungrateful?! I never ASKED you to stick around! But you just LOVE being the “hero”, don’t you?! That’s what this is about! You think I can’t do it!”

*What??*

——— felt their blood boiling. That bastard.

“You’re joking…”

“Just admit it! You like having me around. The little ugly duckling to make YOU look better! What a good person you are for keeping me around!”

——— considered themself a patient person. Well, unless they were around Him. No matter how much the two argued, they always found themselves crawling back to eachother. Hm. Maybe ——— was more patient then they thought.

But everyone has a breaking point. It was only so long before what happened next happened.

“I never said—“ “You didn’t need to say it, ——— EVERYONE can see it plainly. I don’t NEED you. I don’t NEED anyone! So you can take your pity and your “help” and your kindness, and go flock to some other forlorn loser, and PISS—“

SMACK!

Crack!

Thud…

Fist collides with face. But something breaks inside of the two people. Something beyond the broken cheek bone and the broken knuckles.

A tether snapped.

——— feels as though they’ve been climbing the side of a mountain all their life with Him and now the rope connecting the two has broken. And He goes tumbling down the cliff. But ——— stays in place, watching. Horrified.

Perhaps ——— was the one who broke the tether. Maybe they were too busy climbing to notice He had fallen behind.

Or maybe He was the one who carried too much up the mountain, and the tether wasn’t strong enough to hold His weight.

——— watches as He presses His hand to His broken cheek, the area red and bloody.

The pair lock eyes for a moment. A moment longer. Long enough to hear the wind rattling the leaves across the sidewalk. Long enough to realize they are no longer on the same part of the side walk. Long enough to notice the crack in the concrete between the two, and the weeds growing from it.

And the soft, yellow dandelion growing from the weeds, freshly trampled.