Just To See You Smile ~ Daniel Seavey WDW

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Daniel's Perspective:

I'm scrolling through my phone in slight boredom as the boys are playing some video game in the background when a sudden thought to check my messages on Instagram appears in my mind.

It's like an inner voice tells me to tap on that button.

I just glance at the first couple words shown of every message I got, and soon I'm getting overwhelmed from the huge amount of them.

I don't even know how, but just a moment before I give up and exit the app to avoid the upcoming headache, one last message gets my attention.

Maybe it's the username, @mrsdanielseavey . It's funny to think that someone may will be that in the future so I click on it to read the whole thing, hoping it would actually save me from boredom without causing any headache.

"Dear Daniel..."

Well, most of the messages I get don't start like this so my mind already grows to like it. But as I quickly read through the first two paragraphs only to realise it's just another fangirl saying exaggerating compliments about me, I let out a groan out of pure frustration and reach my finger out to go back to the home screen.

But as doing so, my eyes catch the next sentence, and as my movements immediately freeze, I quickly take in the words following that. I helped cure her depression.

I suddenly feel happy. Insanely happy. It warms my chest to even think that there is at least one person out there whom I helped to be joyous. My almost only aim has always been trying to make everyone feel that way and it's such a calming pleasure reading that I have succeeded.

The message then continues with a few more compliments and the fact that I inspired the person I got the message from. A wide smile starts spreading across my face.

Soon that smile fades and all the previous joy I felt goes away and I'm left in nothing but sadness. She sounds so desperate to be able to meet us, to meet me, and she never had a chance.

I dive deep in my thoughts. Isn't there anything I could do to help this girl who took the time to write me such a lovely message? She deserves it just like any other fan of ours who comes to one of our shows, or to even more than one.

I helped cure her depression. It sounds so enormous, so serious. It's not just some funny sentence you throw around.

"Dani. Daniel. Daniel James Seavey, would you please give me the pleasure of listening to me when I'm calling out your name?" Jack's voice makes its way into my ears suddenly, catching me offguard.

I quickly shake my head to free it from the previous thoughts and glance at the boy I could easily call even my brother.

"Sorry, I was thinking."

"Yeah, we saw that." Zach chirps in, smirking at me while putting on a hoodie.

"We were thinking of going out to eat something. Wanna join?" Corbyn joins the conversation as well.

I stand up and lock my phone in one swift motion as my mouth opens with an agreeing answer, then follow them out the door and all of the previous train of thoughts I had in my mind vanishes.

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Two days later out of nowhere I remember the whole thing again. The message that girl has sent me. And from there I can't get it out of my mind. Can't get her out of my mind.

I even check her Instagram account to get to know more about her, reaching the bottom edge of weird stalking. Though sadly, it's just a fan account. with not much information about her, instead about ninety percent about me, making me cringe involuntarily.