Danny
Two Weeks Later
It's official, I f*****g miss her. The last few weeks have kept us out of each other's lives. Laying in my bunk at the firehouse, I'm hit with an ache in my gut I've never had. Looking through the pictures we've taken of each other on my phone clogs my throat with unexpected emotion.
This is deeper than I ever intended for it to be. I want to see her smile, hear her voice, feel the warmth of her body next to mine.
D: I need to see you.
H: I need to see you too. When do you think we can make it happen?
D: I get off-shift in the morning. Do you wanna have lunch?
H: After church? That's serious stuff.
D: I'm serious with how much I want to see you right now. Feels like it's been years.
H: Now you're just being dramatic.
D: Am I though?
H: No, I'm this side of
