He didn't know.
He didn't know that this would've broken his heart. Nothing was real. Not until he let go of him. So here he is with all of his thoughts that he was saving. Here he was with all of his fears weighing on him.
Two weeks and he's still alive. He's picked all of the unwanted weeds but kept the flowers. Oh how he hated those flowers. They brought nothing but pain and suffering. It's been the only thing that's kept him alive. But now he knows that it's never really over.
When their eyes connected he knew that he would never let him go. It made his heart ache.
Danny didn't know he would crash and burn. But maybe just maybe he would catch a glimpse of himself by the end.
Two weeks and he's still breathing. Two weeks and it still hurts. Two weeks and he's still standing. Two weeks and it hurts. It made his chest clench painfully.
He hated those eyes. Those eyes judged him.
"Oh, really?"
Oh how Danny hated Beacon Hills. Nothing is ever what it sounds like. He's not stupid. He knew that something weird was going on and that his friends were somehow involved. They would always be involved somehow, whenever something weird would happen. And he hated how they treated him; they treated him like he was stupid. And he was not stupid.
He caught a flicker of blond hair from the distance. His jaw clenched when he spotted them. Ethan, Aiden, Scott, Lydia and Stiles were huddled around in a circle it looked like they were having an intense conversation.
He took in a deep breath as he squared his shoulders. He clenched his jaw as he began to make his way towards the stupid group. He inwardly rolled his eyes as the group abruptly halted their conversation when he made his presence known.
Scott and Stiles then crossed their arms as they pretended that there was nothing out of ordinary. Which Danny knew was a big lie.
"Hey Danny!" said Stiles in his normally obnoxious tone.
Danny ignored him he ignored the entire group; his black orbs piercing through Ethan's brown ones. "We need to talk," he bit out.
"Shouldn't you be with your ex?" inquired Ethan as he raised a brow, his voice icy as ice.
The group shifted awkwardly. They sensed a fight was going to occur.
"I should've told you about Damon," said Danny. Even though Ethan just left. And Danny crawled into a hole, a hole of hurt, confusion, and betrayal. He wasn't that type of guy that would catch people off guard.
Ethan waved him off, "No, its ok. I'm glad that I know about him and about the college boy. You really get around." He said lazily.
Scott, Stiles and Lydia tensed. They didn't like where this was going. And most importantly they didn't like how Ethan was talking to their friend. Even Aiden was uncomfortable.
Just as Lydia was going to sass the Alpha turned Beta. Danny exploded. He had enough.
"Excuse me?" he said.
"Its pathetic. Seeking attention from every boy that crosses your path." Ethan replied acidly. "So, who's next? Is it the barista from the local coffee shop? I hear that he likes to sleep around."
"Now just wait a minute…" Stiles started to say but was interrupted by Danny.
"You left me for two weeks without a single word. You don't get to cast judgment with what I do!" yelled Danny as he invaded Ethan's personal space. Ethan took a few steps back.
"You don't get to call me a slut. I thought that I had found the man that I would get to spend the rest of my life with. You were the first boy that made me feel loved, and sexy and visible,"
Ethan's resolve crumbled when Danny's voice broke. He didn't deserve the human he caused nothing but pain. Danny deserved better.
Scott and Stiles stared at the ground it was far too late to leave now. Lydia closed her eyes when her vision began to burn. And Aiden looked elsewhere.
"Danny…" Ethan began to say…
"You are my first love and I want more than anything for you to be my last. But, I can't do this anymore. We're done. I make no apologizes with how I mended myself back together. You left me." Danny cried out as he wiped his tears away with the back of his hand.
All of the lies we bent
Under the weight of the world
Caught beaten by the edge
Of the weight of the world