A/N: Hey all! Here's my newest story, hope you all enjoy ;)
It's starting a bit angsty, but don't worry, there will be a happy ending, because I get depressed if there isn't one.

LOST

Chapter one – The beginning

This is wrong…

It was all she could think, looking at the picture in front of her.

He couldn't handle it.

She slowly drew her finger over the glass, following the lines of the young man's face.

He always claims he's so strong, but he doesn't understand that being strong has nothing to do with not showing your emotions.

She puts the framed photo away and stands up. She walks to the window and rests her head against the cool glass. Eyes closed, she feels a tear rolling down her cheek.

He was too afraid to talk to me about his feelings, and instead chose to do this...

She turns around, now leaning with her back to the window. She angrily wipes away her tears and frowns in frustration.

Why can't he understand? Why does he have to do things the difficult way? He probably thought it was the right way, but now look what's happened… He nearly got himself killed, just because he was afraid to show his emotions… Why is he so afraid?

She pushes herself away from the window and walks to the bathroom with the intention to take a shower, maybe clear her mind a little bit. She'd been at the hospital for 24 hours straight, and now the doctors and her friends had sent her home to catch some sleep. She had too much on her mind to sleep, though, and thus she tried to clear her mind from the horrible events of the last day.

Or was it me he's afraid of? Maybe he just doesn't trust me enough to tell me how he feels…

The water starts running, and she looks up, enjoying the way the water feels on her face. If she closes her eyes it is just like she is under water, away from reality, away from the sorrow, away from the emotions… Mac had told her to stay away from the hospital from now on, because he thought it would be too hard for her to see Danny in his current state. They were calling her with updates every half hour though, and they said that if everything would go according to plan, Danny would be allowed to go home in twelve to fifteen hours. In the meantime, she was supposed to sleep.

I wish it were easier for me to hate him, to curse him for being so foolish. But instead I only love him more… Of course I don't approve of what he did, I don't, I wish he'd trusted me enough to tell me how he felt, but I just can't stop loving him. Everything he does, it's just a confirmation of who he is, and even though some things aren't as good as they should be, it's a part of him… A part I'll have to live with. It's everything or nothing. And I know all too well I can't live with nothing. I need him, I want him...

A knock on the door interrupts her thoughts. She quickly steps out of the shower, shouts she'd be there in a minute and puts on some clothes in record time. Hair still wet, she walks over to the front door and opens it.

"Danny," she greets, rather surprised.

He doesn't say anything, just walks in, still looking down, hands in his pockets. She closes the door behind him, turning around, only to find his lips crashing down on hers. After a few moments she pulls away, not wanting to get distracted from the question she so desperately wants to ask.

"Why, Danny?"

He sighs. "I'm sorry, Linds."

Her heart sinks, something is wrong. The not-using of his nickname for her tells her he's either going to tell her something sad, or he's being completely serious, which can't be too good either, considering the circumstances. She crosses her arms, preparing herself for what is coming. She just hopes they will be okay. He must've seen the look in her eyes, because right now he realises the impression he's making and he quickly envelops her in a hug. He's happy to find her returning the hug, but he knows he's not off the hook yet. He's got a lot to explain to her, and he'd better do it now, before it's too late and the things he broke cannot be fixed anymore.

A/N: I'd love you to review :)