Tony sat behind his desk and rubbed his eyes. He had been staring at his computer screen all day trying to finish a story he had been working on. Although he wrote columns for a local newspaper his ultimate goal was to write books. He wanted his first book to be an eye popper, and something that both women and men could enjoy.

He stared at his computer screen unsatisfied with the story he had written so far. He placed his finger over the delete button, and began debating on whether or not to erase everything he had been working on for the past few months. He didn't feel that he was connected with his story.

Without anymore thought he held down the delete button, and everything he had written was gone. He needed to write a story he could actually connect to, although it may be fiction it needed some truth to it. An idea roamed through his mind, and he sat back and pondered on it.

He began to type at a phenomonal speed. He felt he had a story to tell that everyone could relate to.

His phone rang, but he couldn't hear it...he was in a zone. He was in a place he had never been before. His raw emotions were all being typed on his laptop.

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Hours went by and he was still typing away on his laptop. His fingers were beginning to lock up, and he knew he needed a break.

He stood up, and took a long stretch extending his long arms towards the cieling. He retreated to his master's suite's bathroom and looked himself over in the mirror.

There were small bags forming under his dark brown eyes, displaying the stress he had been feeling from the last couple of weeks. Facial hair was beginning to sprout out of his chocolate skin. His long dred loc's needed to be twisted at the roots, but overall he still looked pretty decent.

He rinsed his face in cold water, and then proceeded to tie his hair back into a neat ponytail.

He heard sniffles, and thought they were coming through his bathroom vent that was connected to other condo's in his building. He listened carefully trying to determine where the nose was coming from.

"Tony?" He heard a faint female voice say from a distance. He determined the voice was coming from the living room, and rushed out there.

He stopped in his tracks when he layed his eyes on Danielle who was blowing her nose into a tissue.

"I used my spare key." She laughed dangling the key in her hand. "I can't shake this damn cold." She muttered before sneezing.

Tony remained silent. He wasn't sure why she was there, and he prayed it was because of what happened in the bridal shop earlier that week.

"Are you okay?" He finally asked.

"I actually came here to ask you that same question." She said before unbuttoning her pale blue coat.

She took no time to hang her coat, and scarf on the coat rack near the front door, and make herself comfortable on the couch.

"What was that about?" She asked. "What happened?"

Tony wasn't sure how to answer her questions. He thought they had a silent understanding when they were in the store, he didn't think words needed to describe how he felt. He could only pray the feeling was mutual.

"Well don't just stand there answer me!" She giggled.

Tony knew it was time to tell her how he really felt, he knew he couldn't avoid this any longer.

"Danielle I love you." He blurted out feeling relieved that he actually said it.

Tony watched Danielle's eyes immediatly rush down toward the carpet as she nervously ran her fingers through her hair.

"Don't do this." She said in a low tone.

"You asked me what that was about and I'm telling you. I loved you since we were in highschool Danielle." He confessed while moving closer towards her.

"Don't do this Tony!" She warned. "I'm suppose to be getting married in a few months and your telling me this now!?!"

Tony felt rejected and ashamed. He watched Danielle grab her coat and scarf and march out of his condo. He wanted to go after her, but he didn't know what he could possibly say to her. He didn't want to lose her as a friend.

He stood there head lowered in shame, and his hands shoved in his pockets.

"I have to let her go." He mumbled.