𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

43

It had officially marked 5 months in this house, 5 months of no outside. I think I'm losing my mind.

Every morning I woke up with Damon's arm wrapped around me, and his arm was long and massive, so getting up was out of the question.

I figured he'd at least let me go out for a walk today or just outside in general.

I sat there staring at him, admiring his features, he was a handsome man but secretly I wished this arm was Michaels. I thought about him still, all the time.

When he woke up he looked up at me, "Goodmorning." His low voice took me by surprise a little.

I started to play in his air easing my way into a question.

"Can I go out today?" I asked in a quiet voice and he paused for a minute before all the way sitting up.

"Why?" He asked.

"I haven't been out in 5 months Damon. I wanna go somewhere." I complained and he looked at me, struggling to find an answer.

"Yes but I'm going with. Where are we going ?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Maybe we can get me some more clothes, I am quite tired of the cream colored belongings you make me wear." I told him and he smiled.

"It's your color, it matches your skin tone so well." He complimented and I rolled my eyes hopping out of bed.

"There's plenty more colors that match my skin tone, now get up and get dressed." I told him and he got up and followed me into the bathroom.

Then into the closet.

Then into the bathroom again.

"Why are u following me ?" I asked.

"Can we just stay here ?" He asks, i could sense that he feels I may try to leave but I won't comfort him because I do have a plan to go.

I am not the right love for him, he isn't the right love for me. My love for Michael runs deep, it's scary to think because I have all I need here.

A man who would do anything for me, a mansion, a cook, a pool, every expensive thing you could think of, I don't have a lick of independence here but still I crave Michael.