Celestial Worlds

Chapter Twenty-eight

I feel miserable.

    Daniel isn’t talking to me that much as he does before. He seems so distant and every time I ask him a question, his answers are generic and distracted.

    It’s been two days since Nick’s birthday and we’re here in the kitchen, Daniel making us dinner.

    Or more accurately, he’s making me dinner.

    He doesn’t eat that much lately, every time I ask him what’s wrong, he says he ate before me. Even though there aren’t any dishes in the sink.

    He places the plate on the counter. He’s made baked macaroni and he has only one plate in his hand. He pushes the plate to me and puts some macaroni on my plate. I grab a fork nervously.

    “Aren’t you gonna eat?” I ask him warily.

    He turns to me with a polite shake of the head. “Already ate,” he says with a masked tone. He pats his tummy twice and places the pan back down on the stove. I give him a smile once he turns to me.

    In the span of two days, we’ve been exchanging polite smiles and shy nods.

    In the span of two days, he hasn’t flashed his smile. He only smiles me his polite smile. His smiles from the first time we met. His tucked-lip smile.

    He goes to the living room before putting some macaroni on the fridge. I can hear him fiddling with the remote, flipping the channels up and down the volume loud and quiet, he has been awfully distracted and depressed ever since that night. That night at the park.

    The only talk we’ve had about this was when we were at the hotel room, the day he caught me.

    Jonathan, on the other hand, hasn’t called me or showed up in anyway. He hasn’t said sorry or said anything at all. I’m going there now.

    I want to talk to him. Not just about us but about him.

    Because as we all know, Fallen Angels can’t exist.