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FORTY-SEVEN DAYS. THATS HOW long it had been since Danielle had seen Ellie. Forty-seven days since the Williams girl walked out the front door of their shared home, the place they had made their own, —decorated with Ellie's paintings, books and comics, the things that made them them. Forty-seven days since Ellie walked out and didn't look back.
The house had never felt so empty.
Danielle had gone past the point of anger and had instead fallen into a state of fear. She no longer felt mad at Ellie's choices but instead was scared of never seeing the redhead again because of said choices.
It had been hard at first. Actually it had been incredibly hard. So unbelievably fucking hard. Every little creak of the floorboards, ever single set of footsteps she could hear outside the house, Danielle had spent far too much time believing that it was Ellie. That the Williams girl would come walking back in through the front door. Of course this never happened though.
The brunette attempted to distract herself with her responsibilities. She would take up more days of working in the medical centre and even volunteer to help with whatever Maria was willing to let her do. Her plan to bury herself into her work hadn't last long however as if hadn't taken long for Maria to figure her out.
Apparently, she needed to 'come to terms' with Ellie's departure. In her mind she knew that Maria was right, she did need to deal with what had happened, but a bigger part of her wanted to just ignore everything. Pretend that everything was okay but it was becoming harder and harder the firm had spent alone in that house.
Even now, despite her home being occupied by both Dina and Jesse, both of whom were back in Jackson so that Dina could give birth in a safe environment, each little creak under their weight as they traversed the house had Danielle praying it was Ellie.
In those forty-seven days, not once had Danielle spoken to Tommy. Though she didn't really blame him, Ellie had basically confirmed for her that she'd been struggling ever since Seattle, Danielle still found it so incredibly difficult to look at the man. How he had spoken to her and Ellie that day had been unacceptable and the way he had attempted to make both of them feel guilty for not wanting to rush into another potentially life threatening situation, had been utterly pathetic.
Part of her still loved the Miller man and viewed him as family but it would take a long time for her to forgive him even if she could understand why he had acted that way. She would always consider Tommy family but until the man at least feigned regret, she couldn't look at him the same way.
