Danson took a step forward.
The night from 10 years ago lingered in his mind as though it had just happened the day before and the vibe in the room felt exactly as it did back then.
10 years ago, Marissa was standing at the refrigerator in the same way.
She was much more drunk back then and she could barely even open the fridge, but she had turned around in the same way and almost run into his chest in the same way.
Danson looked down at Marissa. She had double eyelids, her nose had been thinned, her lips had been filled, her teeth were straight, and her skin was smooth, but underneath it all, he could still see the Marissa he first met. The Marissa that was bullied for being ugly, the Marissa that was sweet and innocent, the Marissa that he could chat with comfortably...
...the Marissa that he loved...
