Greg
It's been a week since I saw Dani. A week since she was shot in front of me. A week since I saw her lying in that hospital bed. A week since I walked away from her.
It has been more challenging than I thought it would be. In fact, it's killed every part of me. I promised to take care of her and be right by her side. And where am I? At my brother's place, hiding out like a damn coward too scared to face her.
No one, and I mean no one, understands why I did this, why I walked away. They don't have to. They can all go on and on at me all they like; it won't change anything.
That's not to say I don't think about Dani every minute of the goddamned day. I've had to stop myself from going to the hospital more than once. But I really should go and see her and explain why we can't be toget
