“I can tell he’s in a lot of pain,” Kirsten said, breaking the silence. “He was near the BBQ joint for a long time today. He must have seen you with Gian. Then he followed me all the way here and has been standing outside ever since. With depression as severe as his, what do you think is going through his head right now?”
Danielle’s heart twisted. It was true that pitiful people often had hateful qualities, but hateful people also had their own tragedies. The cause and effect of the world were always intertwined. What was Alexander thinking, standing down there? With his depression, could he even think straight?
“I know,” Danielle whispered. “But I honestly don’t know what to do.”
Kirsten paused for a moment. She hated seeing Danielle in such a state of constant pain and indecision. She had claimed to have moved on, but anyone could see that was a lie. A love that heavy, especially one tangled in misunderstandings, wasn't something you could just let go of.
“I know this is hard for you, and I know you have a lot to worry about,” Kirsten said gently. “But you have to remember that love isn’t a one-person job. It takes two people working together. Maybe you can try giving him a little more time, and give yourself some time too. Don’t give up so easily, and don’t be so quick to write off what you two have.”
Danielle chewed on her lip. “Kirsten, people are emotional creatures. It’s not as simple as just deciding to do something.”
“It’s simple when you’re young, but the older you get, the more complicated your motives become,” Kirsten countered. “Back then, you just went for it. You loved him, so you recklessly gave up your career and your education to marry him. Sometimes, all we’re missing is that courage we had when we were young.”

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