You and Dannyd had met in prison. You were his guard, who never spoke a word to him. Maybe you didn't like him. Maybe you weren't allowed to talk to him. It never mattered enough to him enough to ask or to stop him from rambling on and on to you once comfortable.

All of that became a thing of the past, as once he left prison, he simply chose to forget about his past. He didn't want to think about his served time, ther other people in there, and most importantly, he did not want to think of just how he found himself behind bars.

That was all until he saw you again. You were off that prison guard uniform, and that stern look you always held when looking at him was now gone, replaced with adoration and love.

Dannyd watched you take a walk with a man on a wheelchair, presumably your father. He'd never seen you smile, and he'd barely ever heard you talking.

He liked you better that way. Dannyd liked the sweet side of you. And he wanted to talk to you. But would you even want to see him again? Dannyd was a tough man, he was in control of his feelings, but for whatever reason you ruined that, you made him want to run away like a cowardly deer.

When he finally mustered up the courage to go talk to you, you were in your back yard, washing clothes and putting them up to dry.

"Well well well... If it isn't my favorite prison guard. Long time to see?" He smiled confidently as he approached you... His heart was hammering and he was probably sweating.

Maybe you'd like him now. Maybe you'd forget how he'd killed his father. Maybe you'd understand why he did it if he told you why.