“You know, when I was little, I used to pretend I was a train.” Dally sagte grinning. Du and you’re boyfriend we’re walking on the train tracks, just heading nowhere really. It was a beautiful, cool fall day.

Du smiled at him, waiting for him to continue. He grabbed your hand. “I thought it’d be the coolest thing to be a train. I don’t even know why. Maybe because they’re always moving, they’re big, I don’t know.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“But as I got older, I realized I was like a train. Always pushing forward, no turning around of anything. From the looks of it, my train was going to end me up in jail.” He stops walking at the track switch.

“(Y/N), Du were like my track switch. My train was headed for nowhere till Du came along. Now I see my train going somewhere, to a house, a family, a life.” He pauses. “And I wanted to say thank you.” He says quietly.

Du just wickeln, wickeln sie your arms around him.