Daniel 's Angel

Chapter 8: Chapter 8



: I Think I'm Already Falling

‎(Elian's Point of View)

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‎I think I'm losing my mind.

‎Not because of what I've seen—

‎Wings. Vanishing men. Notes with threats.

‎But because of what I'm feeling.

‎And I don't know what scares me more.

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‎It started with that stupid pen.

‎I was holding it again today. Turning it over and over in my fingers like it held answers. Like it was a thread that connected us.

‎He hadn't shown up all day.

‎No messages. No glares from across the street. No sudden wind when I passed his building.

‎Just silence.

‎And it was starting to eat at me.

‎So I did something reckless.

‎I walked back to his apartment.

‎Again.

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‎I didn't even knock.

‎Just stood there on the steps like a stray cat waiting to be let in.

‎That's when I got the call.

‎An unknown number. A voice I didn't recognize.

‎"You're Elian, right?"

‎I blinked, taken off guard.

‎"Uh—who's this?"

‎A pause.

‎"You're getting too close to him."

‎My blood turned cold.

‎"What are you talking about? Who is this?"

‎"You should leave. He won't protect you forever."

‎Click.

‎The line went dead.

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‎I was shaking.

‎Not because I was scared of Daniel.

‎But because someone else was.

‎Someone was watching. Listening. Waiting.

‎And somehow… I wasn't surprised.

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‎When I turned around, he was there.

‎Daniel.

‎Half-hidden in the shadows across the street.

‎He didn't say anything. Didn't move.

‎He just watched me — eyes dark and unreadable, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to be near me anymore.

‎I didn't call out.

‎Didn't wave.

‎I just looked at him.

‎Let my silence answer whatever question he had in his eyes.

‎Then, like mist, he vanished again.

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‎I should've gone home.

‎Should've locked my door and turned off my phone.

‎But I couldn't.

‎Because all I could think about was the way he looked at me. Like I was something fragile. Like being near me would ruin me.

‎And I hated it.

‎I didn't want him to protect me by leaving.

‎I wanted him to trust me enough to let me stay.

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‎Hours passed before I heard the knock.

‎It was soft.

‎Three taps.

‎No voice. No pressure. Just… a quiet sound in the dark.

‎I opened the door.

‎He stood there, rain-soaked, hoodie pulled over his head. His eyes were tired, his lips set in a firm line like he was holding back a thousand things.

‎He didn't ask to come in.

‎He didn't need to.

‎I stepped aside.

‎He walked in.

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‎He didn't sit on the couch. Or the chair. He just dropped down onto the floor like gravity was stronger in here.

‎I followed, sitting beside him.

‎Close. But not too close.

‎We didn't speak for a while.

‎The silence wasn't uncomfortable — it was something else. Like we were both afraid to say the wrong thing and break whatever this was becoming.

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‎Finally, I spoke.

‎"I got a call today."

‎His eyes shifted toward me.

‎"They knew my name. Knew I was close to you."

‎His fists clenched.

‎"I didn't tell them anything," I added quickly. "I don't even know what to tell."

‎Daniel exhaled sharply through his nose.

‎"You're already too deep," he whispered. "They think I care about you."

‎I looked at him. "Do you?"

‎He didn't answer.

‎Not with words.

‎Instead, he turned toward me fully. Our knees brushed. His hand hovered just near mine but didn't touch.

‎"You should be scared of me," he said again, more quietly this time.

‎"I'm not."

‎"You should be."

‎"Maybe I should," I said. "But I'm not. And I think I'm already falling."

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‎He blinked.

‎Like those words didn't make sense to him.

‎Like no one had ever said them before.

‎And then — without thinking — he leaned in.

‎Our foreheads touched.

‎His breath was soft, shaky.

‎My chest felt like it might explode.

‎I didn't kiss him.

‎He didn't kiss me.

‎But the space between us wasn't empty. It was full of everything we couldn't say yet.

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‎"I can't protect you from this," he murmured.

‎"You don't have to," I whispered back. "Just don't push me away."

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‎He looked like he wanted to say a thousand things.

‎But instead, he nodded.

‎And for now, that was enough.

‎Because even if the world around us was crumbling…

‎Even if shadows followed us…

‎Right now, in this moment—

‎I wasn't scared.

‎I was falling.

‎And I think maybe…

‎So was he.

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