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5. Crowded House – Don't Dream It's Over

Danny raised his hand to knock but stopped himself. He was afraid. More afraid than he had been when he had stood over his brother's hospital bed. More afraid than he had been when he had been held hostage by the Irish mob. No, he was more afraid than he had ever been in his life. And even though he knew that each moment that passed was another moment without her, at least he knew that there was still a chance. Once he knocked on the door, once he faced her, it could be over. And the not knowing, though excruciating, he figured was better than losing her. Even if he deserved it. And he knew he did. He had been pushing her away for weeks. Had bitten her head off, hung up on her, finally refused to even answer her calls. He deserved whatever she threw at him.

He cleared his throat and raised his hand again, this time allowing it to make contact with the wooden door before he could chicken out. He had to say he was sorry. He couldn't let it be over without a fight.