Hey peepers. This chapter was supposed to be yesterday's update, but I couldn't figure out how to end it. XD You'll see why later. :3

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It took me several long moments to find my voice to speak to Daniel Rivera. I was too scared of him to have found it immediately, and tears threatened to over whelm me. I didn't want to open my mouth just to start crying in front of two different blue gazes, one that cared about me, and the other that tore me apart just by looking at me. Daniel's angered expression deepened the longer it took me to answer, but there was also a look of dismay and hurt in his eyes at my unwelcomed and fearful refusal to talk. He looked on the verge of crying himself, though I wasn't sure why. He wasn't broken. I hadn't broken him. He had broken me. Daniel had no right to cry, because he wasn't broken. I was. I had every right to cry. But seeing the tears in his eyes made me want to cry more, and, finally, a couple of silent tears slid down my cheeks.

Daniel's arm twitched, and he bit his lip, his angered expression falling as I started to cry. He bit his lower lip and hesitated. "Ty, please." He tried again, voice still hard. "I need to talk to you."

I shook my head, wiping at my eyes. "I don't want to talk to you, Daniel." I managed to get out of my constricted throat. But he didn't seem to hear me. His irritated expression returned when I called him "Daniel" instead of "Danny" like I used to call him. The half monster frowned before turning to Gadreel.

"Leave us." He demanded, and I winced at his unusually strong tone. It wasn't soft anymore, like it used to be every time he had told me "I love you", or soothing like when he had comforted me after I woke up from a hellish nightmare about the day that brought me to live at camp. It wasn't like him, to be so sour, so tart, so strong with his voice. It only made me fear him more.

The son of Ares' pale blue gaze flickered away from me and to Daniel, eyes narrowed. "Did you not hear what she said?" He asked lowly. "She doesn't want to talk to you."

"Did you not hear what I said?" Daniel retorted with a low growl. "Leave us. Now."

I let out a small whimper at his growl and sunk lower in my seat, trying to hide from his deep blue gaze. I saw Daniel wince at my whimper, and his strong demeanor wavered slightly before it returned. His deep blue gaze narrowed on Gadreel again, daring the demigod to fight him. I wasn't sure if Daniel was really going to fight Gadreel just to get me to talk to him, but I didn't want to risk Gadreel getting hurt.

Wiping at my eyes, I forced myself to stop crying. "Gadreel," I croaked out, trying to make my voice as strong as possible, hoping that Daniel couldn't hear just how much he was hurting me, how much he was scaring me, just by standing at the side of the table. "I can handle him." I lied. I couldn't handle him. I could barely handle Daniel as it was right now. "You can go."

Gadreel sent me a disbelieving look, but obliged. Getting up, he gave Daniel a hard shove to move him out of the way, leaving the half monster to snarl at his back as the son of Ares made his way across the room to a booth near the double doors. His spot at my table was instantly cleared, and Daniel took his place. His hard look instantly fell when he sat, and his shoulders sagged inward. The bags under his eyes seemed to darken. His deep blue eyes looked at me, hoping to make eye contact, but I refused to look back at him. The half monster bit his lip and sighed.

"Ty," He murmured. "I'm sorry. I di-"

"Sorry for what?" I snapped. My need to cry suddenly vanished as an unsettling anger replaced my tears. I was furious with him. I was furious with Daniel because he had left me broken, torn to pieces, and now- now, of all times, while I was trying to forget about him, he decides to apologize? Who the hell did he think he was! "For breaking me?" I continued with a low growl before I scoffed. "Yeah, right. If you were really sorry for breaking me, you would have tried to fix me as soon as you did."

Daniel looked hurt by my words, and he hung his head, staring at his hands as he spoke. "I understand if you hate me," He said softly. "I haven't been the best boyfriend I cou-"

"Boyfriend?" I seethed before letting out a bitter laugh. I finally looked up at him, and the half monster- though at this point he was full monster in my eyes- winced at the level of hate in my eyes, the same eyes that once held the same level of love for him in them at one point in time. But then, right there with him sitting across from me, I couldn't recall how much I loved him. I couldn't remember if I had actually did love him. Hated him, then. I hated him so much, I couldn't believe that I had ever loved him. "No. Gods. No. You stopped being my boyfriend when you rejected me. And you dare call yourself my boyfriend now? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Ty would you just listen to me?" Daniel snapped. "I'm trying to explain everything, but you're not letting me."

"Why should I? I'm not going to forgive you! Why would I forgive, after what you did? Why? I don't want to forgive you, Daniel." I don't know why I had said that. I did want to forgive him, despite how furious I was at that moment. I just wanted to hurt him, make him feel the same level of rejection as I had felt a week ago when he left me, stranded at the table all alone, confused and torn. I wanted him to hurt just like I was, just like I had been all week.

I assumed it work, because Daniel fell silent after that. I glared at him with hard defiance, stubbornly refusing to accept the apology he was trying to get out. We sat like that, for awhile and, against my will, my defiance melted. My gaze fell from him and down to my hands, my heartache returning, replacing my anger, though the touch of fury still lingered in my heart, prepared to jump out again at a moment's notice. Daniel sensed my change, and he took the opportunity to try and speak again.

"Are you ready to listen to me now?" He asked, a hint of pain in his voice. I nodded, still not looking up at him. Daniel hesitated before speaking again. "Ty, I still love you," he murmured, and tears threatened me again, pressing against my mental will and trying to force themselves free. "Despite everything that you might think now, I still love you. Gods know that I'm dying every second I'm away from you. I can't take it. I love you so, so much, Ty. I can't tell you just how much I do." His voice cracked a little, and he cleared his throat before speaking again. "But I have to stay away from you."

He went silent after that, and I waited awhile before I spoke up, voice quiet, barely audible. "Why?" I asked, managing to say it without giving away the fact that I had started to cry. "Why do you have to stay away from me?"

Daniel bit his lip before he gave me an answer. "Because... because Cyril found out about us."

"That doesn't mean you have to stay away from me twenty four seven!" I suddenly shouted.

"I'm doing it to protect you!" Daniel yelled back, and I couldn't conceal my tears any longer. He blinked, realizing he had raised his voice at me, the first time that he had ever done that, and he quickly tried to cover it up. "Gods. Ty. P-please. I-I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't mean to yell at you. Please stop crying. Please, love. I-"

"Dont call me that!" I cried. I didn't know why I had said that, either. I wanted him to call me "love" again, I wanted him to hold me in his arms and tell me that everything was alright. I wanted him to kiss me and tell me just how much he loved me. I wanted him to do everything he used to do with me, wanted everything to have meaning again. But I was mad. I was upset. Upset that he had waited this long to find me and to apologize for what he did. Mad because he had broken me, and mad because he thought that everything would be perfect between us again just by apologizing.

"You hurt me." I croaked. "You have no right to call me that anymore."

Daniel winced at my words. "Ty. I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to hurt you. Please. You have to understand that I didn't mean to do any of that. But Cyril said he'd kill you if he saw me with you again. Please. You have to understand that I'm doing this to protect you."

I shook my head as I heard the high level of pain in his voice, shook my head as I heard the fear he felt towards Cyril, heard the love he said he still felt towards me. It only hurt me more with every word he spoke. It hurt me because all this time, while I've been sitting atop my bed, crying much the same as I was then, sitting across from Daniel, he had been doing it for me. He loved me, and because of that, he had thought that he had to protect the thing he loved most, even if it meant ignoring me and risk me hating him because of it.

"Ty, please," Daniel begged again. I glanced up and saw through tear blurred eyes that he was rapidly blinking away tears from his own eyes, deep blue orbs pained and holding more love than I had felt in the past week. But he didn't need to cry forme to hear the tears in his voice. "I still love you. I'll always love you, Ty. With all my heart, all my soul. Please. Please forgive me. I don't want Cyril to kill you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew you were dead because of me." He choked out. "Please, Ty. I love you."

I shook my head as I tried to fight back my tears. I wanted to forgive him. I wanted to forgive Daniel. I wanted to forgive him so that he'd hold me in his arms again, forgive him so that he'd kiss me again and tell me how much he loved me more. But at the same time I didn't. I still wanted him to feel the same rejection that he had made me feel, I still wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me. I don't know why I wanted to do that. It started to scare me, started to make me wonder if I had always been spiteful and vengeful, or if Daniel ignoring me had made me that way.

As I struggled to find my course of action, Daniel bit his lip. The silent, lone tear that slipped down his cheek told me that he had taken my silence as a "no" to his desperate pleading for forgiveness. He lowered his head, staring at his hands again. "I understand." He whispered before he got up. "I... I love you, Ty. Don't forget that, please. Don't forget that I love you, and always will. " He bit his lip again before sighing. "Goodbye." He murmured before walking away.

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Sooooooooooo... Should she (Ty (*coughs*me*coughs*)) forgive Danny?

Did any of you notice how she called him "Daniel" all throughout the chapter? XD That was intentional. It was sort of like her saying, in a way, that they were only acquaintances, sort of, and yeah. :P It's difficult to explain without getting all psychological. XD