Clarissa

The entrance of Danny melted the argument as if the tip of the iceberg had dropped. He came and we maintained absolute tranquility.

This time around, he walked gently in a penitential mood as if he wore sackcloth and ashes. His facial expression depicted sobriety and his mien was apologetic.

I looked into Danny's eyes, and he was signaling to me to let all bygones be bygones. His appearance broke the clay of our expectations as I was thinking about whether he was sentimental and swindling with his actions.

“Unless he has that propensity to deceive people,” I said to myself.

When he came, I buried my face to...