Dane's POV
I stand on the balcony, eyes fixed on the sea.
The waves shimmer under the moonlight, calm yet endless — just like the ache in my chest. Behind me, Dream sleeps soundly on the bed, his tiny breaths soft and even.
The quiet is broken by the soft click of the door.
I turn around.
Daniel stands there.
For a second, I forget how to breathe. His eyes — tired, raw, full of something that looks like pain — lock with mine. He doesn't say a word as he crosses the room. Before I can even speak, his arms wrap around me, pulling me into a desperate embrace.
His chin rests against my shoulder, his heartbeat thundering against my chest.
I freeze for a moment, then slowly lift my hands and hold him.
"What happened?" I whisper.
His voice trembles, breaking against my ear. "Dane… I'm tired. Please, don't be angry with me anymore. I can't bear it."
My heart twists. I slide my hand up his back, gently patting him.
"I'm not angry," I murmur. "I won't be."
