Danielle

Dario POV
Today mark five year since I leave Los Angeles. Even when it's already five fucking long years, I still can never took her face off my mind, still can't forget her touch that's been so deadly for my mental health. I also can't help myself to keep stalking her social media, the way she's so happy in many ways that I can't imagine because I take no part in it. Things were so messed up since I leave her, -or She left me. Today's her 22'th Birthday. Dumb me already book a flight back to LA. Bet she's gonna have a lot to say about my coming, considering -her- being herself, but yeah, me being me, don't stop till I get what the hell I want, even if that means including She gonna hate me forever.

Danielle POV
27 July, 2020
Another miserable day of my life. Yeah, you hear me right. I know. I use to be that typical girl whose going to throw some even God knows this party is rock kinda party, but a lot has changed since the last five year. Since my 17th birthday, I meet that guy who changed not only my habit, but also changed me. But me, being me, still craving his touch, I miss the way he look at me with such seductive eyes and the way he arrogantly yell at me like he's hell bent on proving that I'm deaf.