Like getting a root canal.

Still, it was serving its main purpose, to keep me busy. All my classes provided me with enough work to last a lifetime. I was so busy that it was not hard to spend an entire day without giving Danny a second thought.

Plus, it was good for my sanity.

Rick and Abby had expressed their concerns for my well being, and tried to get me to talk about Danny. So far, I had managed to side step their questions. Just talking about Danny will stir up all the emotions that I had been trying to forget about.

There was no way that I wanted to reopen those gates. I was not sure if I could deal with having all those emotions flooding back. I could not let my fragile sense of peace be shattered again.

My life was beginning to feel like normal again.

I have no idea what ever possessed me to go back to the hospital to see Danny's grandmother.

It was the worst thing to do but I need some closure.

A part of me believed that maybe being with someone that Danny loved, I would be able to get the courage to really walk away. The more rational part thought that I was nuts.

I still don't know which part is right. Neither probably. Still, I had do this. And so, I went to the hospital to see Danny's grandmother.

A sense of dread hit me in the parking lot. I had an overwhelming desire to go home. All my courage was slipping away fast.

Somehow, I had made it to the 12th floor, and halfway down the hall when I stopped dead in my tracks. Just outside of Maria's room was Danny and a young woman. They were huddled together talking about something. As I moved closer, I noticed that Danny's arm was draped across her shoulders.

It was not the image of Danny with another woman that hurt me so much. The young woman was Danny's sister Pilar. I vaguely remember Maria showing me a picture of her. It was just the sight of Danny that pained me.

I realize that I could not do this to myself. I could not torture myself. The sooner I cut ties with Danny, the better it would be.

Danny had changed. He was not the same person that I had known during our marriage. This new side of Danny was just too emotionally trying for me. I didn't think that I could deal with him like this. And I could not live with a man, who had closed himself off from any feeling.

He just seemed so out of reach, so far away.

Blinking back tears, I spin on my heel and walked back towards the elevator. As the door close, I steal a glance at Danny, and let out a strangled sob. "Goodbye, Danny." I choke out.

Then I swear I can hear the door of heart slam close. I place a hand on my chest to make sure that my heart is still beating.

My tears spill down my cheeks. I don't feel anything anymore.

Just a cold and desolate emptiness.

The heavy beating of my heart tells me that I am still alive.

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