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THERE WAS A GLOOMY fog over Danielle Linden that day. No matter what she did to stave off the immense feeling of dread that loomed upon her and despite it being her day off which would have brought her some semblance of joy, Danielle felt like utter shit.
She had attempted to read a few different comics that Ellie had left lying around the living room and had even sat down to watch some dinosaur movie that Ellie had been begging her to watch. She had barely gotten twenty minutes in before she had to turn it off, unable to concentrate. No matter what, Danielle just couldn't kick the horrible feeling that something terrible was going to happen.
When she'd awoke that morning, the unsettling sensation of fear had been present in the pit of her stomach, but instead of mentioning it, Danielle chose to outright ignore it and simply send her girlfriend off on her patrolling duties with a kiss goodbye. She knew that if she had divulged her feelings to Ellie, that the redhead would blown off her responsibilities.
Danielle didn't want Ellie to prioritise her over anything else, which could perhaps burn bridges between the Williams girl and others in the community. No, her issues were her issues, not Ellie's. She could handle them by herself. Danielle refused to burden anyone.
The young girl let out a deep, heavy sigh, her shoulders falling as she lifted up the stove-top kettle and poured the boiling water into her cup, watching as the waterline rose and the liquid became diluted with colour from the bagged tea leaves.
A heavy set of knocks upon her front door frightened the young girl briefly causing a gasp to fall past her lips before she realised exactly what this meant.
"Thank god, a distraction." Danielle breathed a sigh of relief as she dropped her spoon on the kitchen counter and practically ran full speed to the front door. The wooden door swung open revealed Tommy Miller, sporting a now fully healed scar. "Tommy, hi."
"This a bad time?" The Texan man asked with a quirked up brow, hands on his hips.
Without any further thought, Danielle swung the door open wide and stepped out of the way. Her voice stuttered, "No, god no. Of course not, come in."
Tommy stepped further into the home, venturing deeper past the threshold. "I don't wanna be putting you out."
As the man walked ahead, Danielle allowed her eyes to follow him only for them to fall upon a stack of papers shoved deep into the back pocket of his jeans. She couldn't help but wonder exactly what they were.
