Shattered - |d.s|

XIII

This is all Dans POV

Should I tell her or not?

My mind races, debating if I should tell her. If I do tell her, she would probably think I can't fix myself so how the hell can I fix her? I guess I will tell her another time.

It happened 4 years ago. I lost my other half. She was everything to me. She was angelic, beautiful. Her name was Bella. Her hazel eyes used to twinkle in the sun, her gorgeous chocolate like hair flowed beautifully down to her waist. She died in a car crash, she was coming from Brighton to London to see me perform at the O2 Arena. The doctors told me she died immediately. It took me ages to recover. Everyone tried to help me. But they couldn't. I was lost.

Then I saw Ellie. I thought I would never find love again. The first time I saw her, I forgot how to breath. She looked striking, but her eyes held misery, the light in her eyes nowhere to be seen. She reminded me of Bella. Similar personality, looks. It was like they were long lost sisters. I could see how insecure she was, how she made sure she blended with the crowd.

Soon enough I fell head over heels for her. She is everything to me. With her I feel like the luckiest man ever. Everything about her is unique; the way she hugs gently but after some time she's hugs tighter, her small head resting against my chest, the way she smiles showing her beautiful straight teeth, her eyes crinkle when she laughs.

I close my eyes, thinking about her, then nodding off to sleep.

I wake up, feeling happy and excited as I'm going to finally meet up with my childhood best friend Hal.
I text Ellie saying I'll be out all day. I take the train to the stop that he suggested I should leave at. I'll have to walk 20 minutes more to arrive at the pub that we had agreed to meet at. I don't mind walking at all. In fact I love to walk, getting to know America more and their lifestyle.

I get to the pub he said to meet at and I instantly spot him, sitting at the barstool. He sticks out like a sore thumb for sure. He has; golden blonde hair styled in a quiff, his eyes are light grey almost like sliver, which gleam even at night.

We met because he always used to steel my toy cars in primary school and I used to cry. Our annoying teacher, who honestly looked like a witch, used to make us share and play together. Eventually we ended up talking and becoming friends. We also went to the same secondary school which made us even closer however, as university rolled around, we separated. He moved to America as he wanted to be with his dad.

I walk up to him, the smell of weed instantly hitting my nose. Weird, I don't remember him doing drugs. I thought to myself. I pat his shoulder and he turns around frantically. Once he realises it's me, he quickly stands up and gives a bro hug.

"Heyy Daniel, haven't seen you in ages mate! How you doing?" He slurs, alcohol obviously in his system. At least he still has a hint of English accent.

"I'm great and you?" I reply, studying him closely. Yes he's definitely on something. His eyes that are usually always bright are cold, no hint of colour within them.

"I am great, just great." He outstretches his arms in the air, leaning side to side.

I know that he had to leave his girlfriend behind a few months ago and he's basically been shit since then. She was everything to him, he loved her and she loved him. Never met her as he never really allowed her to meet with any of his friends. He said that she was a secret that only he was allowed to explore. I guess he was being protective. They might still be talking but it doesn't seem like it at all. He apparently goes around sleeping with different girls everyday. He quit his ambitions of being a lawyer and decided to live a simply life. Well not really as he's involved with street fighting and drugs.