Daniel sighed but remained on his mission not to go to some therapy that he was sure was not going to dive as deeply as she seemed to want to. Did she really think he didn’t love her?
Why would he have even tried then? Why would he have even held on all this time or, gods, even chased her down that night?
The dull pain that started out in his heart grew and grew until it finally clawed up his throat. They had to change this. He had to change this… and she had to listen.
“I have something to show you,” he murmured, instead of buckling down and saying those three, now empty words.
They would be, wouldn’t they? If he said them just like that?
Daniel was no parrot. He didn’t repeat after anyone else unless it was a skill until he perfected it. It was just who he was.
The thought mad
