Chapter 85

• He stretched out his hand, ready to knock again, willing to hammer on the damned door throughout the entire night if that's what it took. But just at that moment, the door creaked open, revealing a face he'd been daydreaming about incessantly for a whole week. He let out a ragged sigh, his heart tightening and his eyes prickling as the pent-up emotions he'd been suppressing for hours all rushed forward simultaneously, threatening to engulf him until he was entirely consumed.
• "Daniel?"
• "Daniel? What's the reason for your visit?" Kathryn barely had the chance to voice her question before he barged into her apartment, slamming the door shut with a forceful click, and made a beeline for her. She retreated hastily, and he pursued her, following her across the confines of her small living room. His face was a picture of a brewing storm, flickering with a myriad of emotions that she couldn't decipher, apart from visible anger and a darkness that she'd only ever caught fleeting glimpses of in his most vulnerable moments.