<div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg156/Crystal_Shar/article-page-main-ehow-images-a05-s8-do-tips-become-male-model-800x800.jpg)</div>Danial stared at the pale cream ceiling that was high above his head. His pale blue eyes were only half open to avoid the burning sensation that came from not blinking often enough. The single ceiling light had long ago been switched off but the large room was well lit as the full moons light easily glowed through the thin material of the university's pale blue blinds. He could smell the bitter sweet scent of the dark chocolate he had eaten hours ago and wished he could blame his insomnia on the sugar the treat had provided.  Sadly it was another matter all together that was not as easily understood as a sugar high.<br/><br/>Rolling onto his side, the blanket coming away from him from the knees down while what sounded to be a quartet of drunken students were only just making their way to their dorm rooms.Opening his eyes briefly he saw his alarm clock flashing to him that it was near two in the morning. It was a Wednesday night,leading into Thursday morning and while he secretly envied how some of the students had enough money to go out drinking every night, he oddly found he savoured the Friday's and Saturday's even more because they were the only nights he did go drinking. Yet it was not his fellow students that were keeping him awake either.<br/><br/>He had began his first year almost five months ago if he remembered accurately, the next stage in his life that he was going through to get to the next stage. To keep her and his sweet heart Christina from becoming replica's of their parents. Having grown up in a small town where every one knew every one elses business, where every one seemed to be connected mentally, he had loved coming here. Meeting new people, actually feeling mentally taxed but he had not fully prepared for how much he would miss his girl. A smile flickered across his lips as he remembered their parting. The true final good bye. Yet that had been five months ago and all had seemingly changed in that time.<br/><br/>The first month or so he had been so surprised by what truly was going on, the campus was a maze and once more he was at the bottom rung of the student food chain. While most had grown behind school yard bullying not all had. The lecture's andprofessors did not give a damn that they had never experienced such a setting before. It was time to sink or swim, Danial could remember many sunk into the depths and left in those first four to eight weeks. For that time he felt as if he was barely keeping his head above water, only just keeping up withall the new demands he had.<br/><br/>When finally it came to being able to talk to Christina he strove to keep how stressed he was, how much he actually missed thelittle town and her out of the conversations. He made them light and kept them funny on purpose, so she did not worry about him. With her he did not wish for extra stress or strain on either of them. Yet over time the laughter faded to forced chuckles. Her light and fun sounding voice had become grave and almost silent at times. He kept expecting that one call, the end of a relationship. That she had found someone else who had stuck it out in their town. It had not come yet but he kept expecting it to.<br/><br/>In the last two months he had truly started to settle into the campus life and the stress it brought. The fair weathers friends had been found out and the genuine ones showed themselves true. In particular onelass who knew how he felt more than any one else. Perhaps even Christina right then. She herself had left a boyfriend behind, coming here to be a doctor in time, she had been given several numbers and invitations as had he. At times they acted like boyfriend and girlfriend in public, his arm over her shoulder, or hugging her lightly but it was nothing more than a performance. Their loyalties already sworn to another, but the end of invitations that came with them was blissful. He had not told Christina about Marianne though. He was not sure why but it felt nice to have a bit of knowledge only he knew. Even though he had no attraction to the woman beyond a friend and fellow student.<br/><br/>In truth , deep down he blamed himself for the strain between him and Christina, he felt guilty for abandoning her. Often during the phone calls he had wanted to apologize to her for it, yet each time the words would freeze in his throat. Scared that if he voiced them she would scream at him, end it with him. So instead they had fallen into a familiar pattern of strained phone calls he had no idea how to break. He knew perhaps when they saw each other again, hopefully they would be able to pull themselves back together.<br/><br/>