I know something’s off, I can feel it. He looks miserable, like there’s something heavy weighing on his heart. I realize what’s coming before he says one word. “Pea, you’re not happy. I can see it written all over your face. I can’t fix it, can I?” Yep. Exactly where I thought he was going to go. Fighting back tears, I try to speak over the lump in my throat, “No, I don’t think you can.”Danny doesn’t seem surprised by my answer but I know it’s affecting him. He runs his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath before talking again. When his eyes meet mine, I can see the pain behind them; his deep blue eyes are almost clouded over with sadness. "Mira, as much as I don't want to let you go, I understand. You're not the only one who changed during those weeks, I did too. I just didn't realize it. You said before that you mourned my loss, in a way I did the same.”In a weird way, I understand him. It makes sense to me, but then again, Danny and I always seem to understand what the other one needs and thinks without having to talk about it. I want him to stop talking about everything because the hurt is almost too much. Another drag of oxygen into his lungs and he explains further. “I thought you weren't coming back.
