Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Pearl Harbor, I'm just sticking them in my own little alternate universe for your (and my) enjoyment and entertainment. Any characters in this story you've never heard of, probably belong to me. But that's it. Enjoy, and please, if you like, review! I love reviews. Reviews are nice. Hope ya like it.

Note: This is from Danny's POV. But I'm sure you gathered that from the summary that said, a story from Danny's POV, a backdrop on his own life and when he and Rafe were young. Hey, summaries suck, not stories. ^_^

Looking back on all this, the memories don't seem as happy because I know it'll all be over in a matter of years.... and at such a young age. When I thought Rafe was gone for good, I lost all life. He took mine with him when he left.... yet a part of me still lived, so I kept hope... hope that he was alive... but I couldn't keep for long. I needed to be loved, to be understood. I turned to the person in the same situation as I. It seemed crazy at the moment, but I found satisfaction in Evelyn. Though I would still wallow in self-pity night after night in the loss of my friend. The brother I never had. A second love. Through him I learned that love doesn't come in blood r color... but in the person. And only the person. There were different types of love, yes, but with him there were many. Not just one type. I don't know how I could share any of this and make you smile at my happy memories of my time with Rafe.... Back on the farm... when we were kids... when we would play our game. We would chase girls and have our fun. How could it make you smile if you know that, in all this fun, it shall come to an early halt? Early and immediate. All-too-soon as well. Too watch happiness and know its end. How could one smile to that?

If you figure out how, tell me, for I know not and I wish I did. I wish things could have been different. I could have stayed... or made him stay... I could have... I really could have. Do you understand my pain? My regret? My self-loathing?! I don't.... I just want to cry until I'm empty.

I remember when it was better.. I remember when we had fun...

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