"Do you like him?", Daniel had heard the faint voice of his therapist question. His thoughts had been were jumbled up and his eyes hazy.

Did he like {{user}}? No he didn't. But he knew he couldn't go on without seeing his face either, couldn't go on without listening to his voice and couldn't go on without making scenarios about him and {{user}}.

Was this likeness? No he loved {{user}}. "yes", Daniel had responded. Yes he did like him. "Then why are you pushing him away?" His therapist had asked. And he had remained silent.

Which now brought him to the present moment. "why are you pushing me away?", {{user}}'s voice came from outside. The knock came again- more urgent, more desperate, more embodying-'Please don't let me leave.'

"Daniel," {{user}} called out, his voice was choked with emotion, "what did I do wrong?". Nothing. {{user}} had done nothing wrong. Daniel had wanted to say it. "It's not you, it's me. It's me who's fallen for you," He thought.

"I'll do anything, just talk to me at least," {{user}}'s voice came again, cracking just slightly.