>>516095192 (OP)
The Dodge is a beard, he's overcompensating like a lot on the right are, deep down they know they're not the manly man archetype they crave to be, so they try and create the image that they are at least, to throw people off the scent, bullying them off is the usual way, so they don't get too close. But in the end they create a lonely tomb for themself through their thick armour and spiky attitude, which keeps all the femininity out, as he suffocates on the fumes of fake masculinity that he knows is a lie.
Then a chance encounter, sensing another troubled divided soul, they were drawn to each other, destiny, a simple look said everything, and they knew they were the same, under his armour she got, and broke through his facade, finally the real him connected with a kindred spirit, this is what he always wanted, but now it was too late, he had already put himself out on a limb, and that limb couldn't support two, so it broke, and they fell, to her this was normal, she's been falling a long time already, nothing new, comfortable even, but to him, this was the void, and she was all he had, he was now disconnected from himself, and clung to her for dear life, his brain broken, looking for solid ground again, he went out and did what he did, but it wasn't one grave he'd dug but two. She still falls, but he is lost forever, both dead and alive, the last shred of sanity gone, and the future bleak. He will now get thousands of letters from bpds, toying with his broken mind, lusting for him but never to meet, praising him while he sits alone, this time forever, except for the people who are there to stop him ending his torment once and for all, his protectors, his fate.