It has been two years and i have been laying low. I found a small village where i found myself a job to keep myself fed. I hadn't heard from or about Dan but that is because i threw my phone away and stay away from the news. I never listen to the radio, i never watch tv and i never read newspapers. You could say my life is dull now; I live in a crappy one room flat with only the basics; I eat boring food; I never go out other than to work but it is fine. I see no point in these things since they cannot fill the Danny sized whole in my world.
Today was an exciting day for me though. For a whole year i have been scrimping and saving for a guitar and today it is finally due to arrive. I sat twiddling my thumbs then the doorbell rang. I spring to my feet passing the few metres to the door in seconds. Now i would finally get to hear the song i had been spending me free time writing. I flung the door open expecting to see some delivery guy with my package but instead stood Glen. Hands in pockets, beany pulled over his head, a year older but still still looking the same there stood Glen. He looked up met my eye and i slammed the door.
I heard him sigh and knock on the door.
"Heather open the door." he said but i didn't answer. How had he found me?
"Please..." he begged
"Come on its cold out here ya know..." he tried joking
"I'm not leaving till you open the door!"
"Heather we NEED to talk!" he called getting irritated which is unlike Glen. Oh why won't he leave? It has been an hour now can't he just give up.
"HEATHER!" he shouted banging the door, "For fucks sake open the FUCKING DOOR!" and i heard him kick the door.
Glen winced in pain. This was not like Glen. Glen didn't get angry or frustrated he was the cool headed one. I stared at the door wondering as things went silent for a bit but i knew he was still there since i could here his breathing.
"Look," he began more calmly, "I am sorry. I know you don't want me to be here. I get that. Infact i don't wana be here cos we were... well i hope we still are friends. It is just... i don't know what to do. You are the only one who can fix it. I need to talk to you. Heather i need to talk to you about Dan."
I looked up at the mention of his name. But i just stared at the door. No matter what had happened it was better this way he was better off without me. Even if he hadn't moved on yet, no matter how drunk he gets someday he will find someone right for him. But not me.
"Heather..." was Glen still here?
"Please..." and then i heard him slump against my door and begin to cry. Glen was crying.
I couldn't take it. I opened the door and wrapped my arms around him. Glen cried into me for a few minuets then when me had calmed down i let him inside.
"Shit Glen what the hell happened?" i asked not wanting to know the answer. Glen looked up at me through red puffy eyes, at sight which would have made anyone well up too.
"Glen?" i whispered
"He... Dan has quit the band." Glen choked, "It... its all over and i...i don't know what to do..."
"He has done what?!?" I demanded, "Shit! Right Glen i know that you are upset but you need to tell me exactly what happened!"
Taking a deep breath and whiping his eyes Glen told me,
"Dan has not been right since you left. And after that night in Dublin when he saw ya... Well it took alot for him to continue with the tour. Eventually we convinced him under the condition that we played If You See Kay everywhere and everywhere we went Dan sung it and he sung it for you and he told everyone to look out for you. The fanbase went mad. There was literally a man hunt for ya since the fans hated seein Dan like that i duno how ya stayed under the radar. So then at the end of the tour Dan dropped the bombshell. He just said that he was going and we couldn't stop him. He just left and-"
