#danielinteraction

What the hell was he thinking? Daniel's feet were already ascending the steps leading to their front door. Was it too late to back out now? The decoration, the porch... all of their memories together came back and Daniel's heartbeat was thundering in his chest, threatening to jump out of his throat should he dare to even speak. He rang the doorbell. So be it. If rejection were to meet him, then... at least he knew he had tried.

When the door swung open, their head peaking behind it, his heart sank slightly. His light hues softened. "I know I am the last person you want to see right now," he started, voice breathy and hoarse as if he had rehearsed this speech a dozen times in the privacy of his room, all pegged with notes, remarks of his own on how to improve on it. Funny how the sight of them made all of those rehearsals seemed meaningless. "I.... uh... fuck," he cursed under his breath. "I had a whole speech prepared but uh..." Daniel sighed, arms akimbo, obviously disappointed in himself. "I missed you, okay? I know we said we needed a break... then its radio silence... And I just... this whole no contact thing is driving me crazy." He sighed, ego deflated and defeated. "Maybe it's not... doing the same to you.. and I.. I guess I have to be okay with that... erm..." He struggled to form coherent sentences and Daniel gave up. He raised his light hues back up at them, eyes pleading. "Say something."

He knew this road wasn't easy — his parents making a huge ruckus over his life choices, the scathing remarks from his mother every few hours over text and the threats to exclude him from the family's trust funds. But that didn't matter a single bit. Daniel had anticipated the consequences of his choice. And he was fine with it. Being with Cass was the only thing that grounded him, made him feel at ease and peace with himself.

Then the letters came.

At first he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was wrongly addressed to him. Each individual letter was cut out from magazines, crumpled and haphazardly put together. I know who you are. And I will come for you. Stalkerish and creepy but Daniel threw it out without much thought. The next one came three days later, same manner, a collage of letters and scrawled on words promising an ominous end — more than enough to make his blood run cold and his insides shrivel up. Don't think for a second you're safe just because you're some big shot. You and that cunt in the wheelchair will get the both of you deserve.

The talons of fear seemed to have pierced his skin, sinking deeper into his flesh to grip him tight as he turned to face Cass. Daniel's gaze dropped to the letters again, laid open in front of her on the coffee table. "Is there something I should know?" he questioned, brows furrowed deep, the muscle in his jaw twitched as he watched her reaction. "I haven't told anyone about this but I think we should. We're obviously in danger, Cass."