Chapter 77 Desperate

• “Victoria.” Daniel’s voice was low, almost coaxing as he leaned against the doorframe of her apartment. He looked different today—more disheveled, eyes filled with a certain intensity she hadn’t seen in him before.
• She didn’t look up from where she was organizing her art supplies. “What do you want, Daniel?” she asked, her voice steady but tinged with annoyance.
• He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he began, walking slowly toward her. “About what we had… what we could have had. I know things got complicated, but it doesn’t have to stay that way.”