<strong>Danielle Avena<br/>The Cliff House Bistro - Ladies Restroom<br/>with Michelle</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She had sunken into a silent pause simply staring at the message on her phone. She let the words burn into her mind, even the name of the one who sent it. The surname was obviously familiar to her, but the first name was one she feared. She was afraid of this person dividing her and Tristyn.<br/><br/>The door to her stall slowly opened and hoped it wasn't a daring Tristyn who has come for an explanation. Fortunately, it was only Michelle, who she had gotten close to in weeks past.<em>"What was all that about Dani?"</em>Michelle asked, but Danielle didn't want to stay on that toilet seat forever. She didn't want to explain to her friend the juicy parts on a crappy toilet, no offense to who cleans it. She lifted her ass from the seat and lunged forward at Michelle, almost like a primal attack, but her blow to Michelle was a very deep embrace. Immediately after coming into contact with the girl, Danielle started sobbing once again, her tears running from her eyes, down to her cheek and into Michelle's shoulder. She held her like that for about five minutes, sobbing and breathing in and relaxing, repeating the two steps every two minutes.<em>"Don't you want to marry him?"</em><br/><br/><strong>"I do,"</strong>Danielle said, though through a sob.<strong>"I really want to marry him, but..."</strong>she trailed off, separating herself from Michelle to walk off her frustrations to the end of the restroom. She paced back, still holding the phone and pick up where she left off. The walk gave her the resolve to finish.<strong>"I just can't. Not with <em>him</em>."</strong>The<em>him</em>that Danielle talked about wasn't Tristyn, but the man on his phone. She gave the phone to Michelle with the very message that she had been staring at. It was sent one month ago.