(DANNY'S POV)
"Hey, what's up? I came as fast as I could." I tell Oscar as I barge into his kitchen. Seeing him flinch, looking at my shoes, I take them off and push them aside so this maniac can feel at peace.
"It's Cherry. She's gone wild." He gestures at his head. Goodness, I didn't know Cherry could be physically violent.
"Whoa! She didn't miss you. Do you need to go to the ER? It's swelling." I look at the enormous bruise on his forehead.
"No. I'm okay. I don't want her to get in trouble." He sighs, like he is at the end of his life.
"You don't have to say she hit you. You wouldn't have called me if you were okay. By the way, where is she?" I look around and notice all the scattered pieces of glass on the floor. Ugh! I hope I won't have to clean that up. I wonder why Oscar isn't already cleaning up all that mess. He can't stand a stain.
"She is upstairs. Crying in bed or packing up her suitcase. Her things won't possibly fit in one but considering how mad she is, she'll try." He tells, looking down.
"Do you mind telling me what happened?" I ask as I take a seat on a stool while he stays on the counter.
After a long sigh, he looks at me in the eye and I swear I never saw him this sad. The pain in his gaze instantly captivates me and I can somehow feel it. It speaks to me and I can hear it loud and clear. Danny. Danny happened.
"It's not gonna help if you keep penetrating my soul with these beautiful eyes of yours, Danny." He chuckles nervously. Oh. I was just wondering if I had ever looked at him in the eyes without his glasses before. I don't think I did.
"I'm sorry." I look at my feet, starting to feel nervous too. Now what do I say?
"She is mad at me, not you. She was going through my things and saw letters that I wrote to you before we were even a thing. I completely forgot about them. She brought them to me and demanded an explanation. So, I explained. I thought we were okay. But..." He pauses to wipe a tear and take a deep breath.
"A week went by and she's been so lost in her thoughts, irritated most times. Today, I caught her crying. I asked what was wrong for the umpteenth time and she finally emptied her bag. It came like a big wave that crashed over me and now I'm dead." Fuck. I am causing trouble again.
"Oscar, I get it. You love me and that's something you can't control. I know you already feel bad about this. I'm sorry about that. But keeping those letters was not a good idea. And calling me here when I'm the cause of her misery either. I'm the last person she wants to see here. It could worsen the whole situation." I tell, trying not to make him feel worse than he already is.
"Oh, I know. I told her that you and I would never happen. That I finally let go and those letters... I just forgot about them. They've been in that drawer for years. And now she thinks I'm still holding on. Danny, you know I won't ever stop loving you. And it still troubles my soul. But I love her like crazy. It's a different kind of love. One that feels safe, soft and so worth it. I was so tired of chaos. So tired of feeling empty. Cherry came and started filling me up and now I want nothing but her. Just her. I've been stupid."
"You really are stupid but you're also in love. And she is in love with you too. I wish I could vanish into thin air sometimes so as not to cause trouble in people's lives. I keep breaking hearts when I love and when I don't. Can I do anything to help?"
"I don't know. I was thinking maybe if... If you tried to talk to her..."
"Oscar..." That doesn't sound like a good idea. She must be wishing so hard I didn't exist.
