Danielle's POV
We're in the airport, Stefania have been pretty distant with me for no reason. She doesn't make any eye contact or physical contact, which is so not like her . She loves physical contact... I love the feeling of her skin on mine... it's soothing.
We used to be so connected,emotionally, mentally ...physically, it's a necessity for the job and well for my well-being too , I'm not going to lie.
Traveling with her was so nice. I learned a lot thanks to her. She's a great travel partner.
A great travel partner is sometimes so hard to find, but when you have it, the adventure just never end.
In Europe, we were so happy, always laughing, discovering new facetted of each other.The crazy night we had, dancing, singing, just enjoying each other company... I have never been closer to her.
I believe that When people are focused on seeking out pleasurable, rewarding experiences, which is arguably true for people like us, they're also more drawn toward individuals who they believe will help them grow... does that make sense ?
Not only that, but I'm getting very upset by the situation, I'm confused but since we're not alone, and our friends did not seem to notice what's going on,I'm trying to pretend that everything fine...
So I kept walking,behind her, with my suitcase...
We're leading too the waiting area, so we can relax while waiting for our plane.
We're traveling in business class,, so we have a private waiting room.
I see her seating by herself on one of the sofa in the corner, so obviously I take this as an opportunity to talk to her just to understand what's going on with her ...
" Hey, there ..." I can't with me, I make things more awkward from the very beginning.
" Hey, Danielle" she replies to me without looking at me. Wait a minute, no "bambina" or "Bella" , that's suspicious, it's just my name but she's usually not formal with me .
" you're very quiet, are you okay ?"
"why wouldn't I be okay ?! " She replies a bit annoyed," I'm sorry, I'm just a bit tired that's all", She finally looks at me, but her eyes do not shine, I can't read her at the moment, it's like she's wearing a mask. It's worrying me. She's Italian and a cancer , her emotions are super readable normally, at least I never had difficulty doing so in the past.
-" Stefania, are you sure it's just that ?" I put my hand on her right cheek to show her how much I'm concerned, I see her eyes softening...
Stefania's POV
I know I shouldn't react that way, being distant as always being the only way I can deal with my emotions. I'm so overwhelmed right now, my brain won't stop. I'm definitely going to have a crazy headache if I don't stop my taught.
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Unlimited Love
FanfictionHe cheated on me Danielle... I can be a better lover than him Stefania! I do not own Station 19. I do not claim rights to the show, just the storyline and a couple of the characters.