<strong>Danielle Avena<br/>The Cliff House Bistro<br/>Tristyn, Sana, Mayson, Michelle</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Danielle was just full of laughs, even as she ate, she could tell the audible moans from her man were too loud, loud enough for mostly everyone the table to hear. Instead of embarrassing him, She sacrificed her dignity to make sure his moans were not of his burger, but of her own sexy self. Even if nobody could see, she draped one of her legs over his leg and leaned against him, wiping any crumbs or burger juice off his face. She knew it do any good, but it was a good attempt. After dinner was over, the fun had begun with all drama set aside and games starting to play. She laughed as Sana took a picture of Mayson focused on her cloth swan and was happy for Michelle after her solemn lifted off her. Before she knew it, she was posing rather provocatively with her leg lifted as if doing a high kick and with her tongue sticking out, ready to give Tristyn a raw wet willy.<br/><br/><strong>"Tristyn, baby, I'm pretty sure there's no timer on this cell phone's camera and even if it did, where am I going to prop it up,"</strong>Danielle said to Tristyn, stating her expertise on the matter.<strong>"Sana, it's okay, actually. I'll sit the next one out. Now give me an extra naughty pose, girls!"</strong>Danielle took the phone and aimed it at the others and with another 'scadalous' signal, she took a photo. The girl surrounded her, checking to see if the photo was legit, which it was. The four girls couldn't stop laughing at themselves at the picture, but Danielle especially laughed at the previous one with herself doing a high kick towards Tristyn's shoulder.<br/><br/>Then all became quiet. Tristyn had cleared his throat, gaining the attention of not only the foursome of girls but of the other people seated on the terrace. Danielle couldn't help but feel nervous right now. Just what was Tristyn up to. It was then her phone vibrated, indicating an incoming notification, be it a text message, an E-mail or just a random poke from one of the game applications installed on her phone. But Danielle felt like the vibrating phone in her hand was a sign, making her nervous.<br/><br/><em>He'd like to say something,</em>Danielle thought, repeating every word Tristyn said.<em>Don't let it be what I think you're going to say. Please.</em><br/><br/><em>I am his everything, his reason to love, the reason he runs,</em>Daniel personalized every word her man said.<em>Why is it at this moment, I have a reason to run, but this reason isn't you, Tristyn? Why can't I tell you?</em>She visibly was affected by the man's words, more than he knew in fact, for there was something ... painful, tugging at her heart, tearing a wound across it. Tristyn wasn't to blame.<em>No, he is never to blame for this.</em>Yet Danielle knew this would hurt him.<br/><br/><em>There</em>was<em>two people who cared for him,</em>Danielle remembered Tristyn telling her this. She remembered the sweet grandmother and sole guardian of Tristyn's well-being. She had passed, but was she tormenting her at this moment for thinking of running from this moment?<em>Forgive me. I don't mean to hurt your grandson. It's just someone closer to him prevents me from hurting him.</em>Even though there were two people who cared for Tristyn, Danielle knew there was one more, making two ... three. And now, there are two.<br/><br/><em>He doesn't want to lose me, the one thing that gives me reason to live,</em>she repeated.<em>Forgive me, Tristyn, even though I may not deserve your forgiveness for doing this ... killing you like this.</em><br/><br/>She knew what it was and was already crying because of it. Tristyn would misinterpret her tears for joy. In actuality, she didn't want to lose him because of this. She looked like she was going to vomit, but she was holding her sorrow back. Even the supporting back rubs weren't enough to soothe this feeling away. Now he was going to say what she feared ever since getting that message. Her phone vibrated as if telling her to heed the warning she received a month ago.<br/><br/>Tristyn finally said as he kneeled down, exposing a ring in his hand. It was no ordinary ring. It was his grandmother's ring. Now she knew she couldn't accept it.<em>He</em>would know for sure if<em>he</em>seen her wearing it if she said yes.<em>He</em>was the wedge that threatened to separate them. Tristyn finally said on one knee, "Miss Danielle Avena, in front of everyone here ... Will you marry me?"<br/><br/>The four words she wanted to hear, but at the same dreaded to hear because of<em>he</em>who made her afraid of this moment. By now, her tears flowed down her cheeks with no abandon and she prevent any sobs by covering her mouth with her hands, one of which still held the phone. She looked down at the man, handsome as he was, then to the ring, glinting a pure diamond in her eyes, and back to the phone. She went back and forth between the three and almost caused herself to become dizzy. Now it was all on her. It was her decision, and she was going to torture herself for the rest of her days for doing it.<br/><br/>With a whimper, she softly said,<strong>"I ... I ... I can't, Tristyn."</strong>Her sadness threatened to take over, but for just a second more, she withheld the coming deluge.<strong>"I'm sorry, I ... I just can't."</strong>As her last word hit home, she used this time to turn to her side and run for the door back into the bistro, running into a waiter with a tray full of glasses. The glasses shattered as she disappeared into the restaurant. Danielle made her way into the ladies restroom, barging into an empty stall to cry, sob, and let all her anger ... yes, anger ... out. She was made at herself, but she was truly mad at the person who sent that message one month ago. She lapsed into sobs, then into an angry wailing, slamming on the sides of the stalls with her fist, and then silently looking at the very message that caused all of this. She then lapsed back into her sadness, continuing this cycle until someone came in after her. In her struggle to get to a secluded place, she didn't bother to lock the door to her stall.