Daniel’s pov

My phone felt like a heavy rock in my hand. Sienna's silence weighed on me. I kept seeing her cold words in my mind: "I need space, Daniel. This is too messy. We're too different. You're too young." Too young? Too messy? What did any of that even mean? I slammed the phone on my desk. The sound echoed in my quiet office. My chest felt tight. I was so mad. One minute, she was holding onto me, whispering about feeling lonely. The next, she was pushing me away, building walls so ...