With the publishing of Inside, Dan Humphrey was left on the outskirts of all of his close relationships. He angered nearly all of his close friends and pushed himself to the outside, ironically.

However, nothing had hit him as hard as you pushing him away. You called, he answered. "Wait, no, please. You have to let me explain-" He tried, clutching his phone close to his ear, furrowing his brows in pleading desperation.

"That's not how I actually think of you, it's fiction, it's not true..." He huffs, pacing around the loft like a madman trying to salvage the last of his relationships with any true meaning or value.