I cannot believe I did that to him. I woke up like that all the time. I was used to it, but him... He'd never seen anything like that. He'd probably never been with a girl who had PTSD. He was probably scared and confused. I can't imagine what was going through his head. Poor Damon. I hate that he had to see that. I wish he didn't. I wish I didn't have those dreams. Those recurring memories. Those terrible terrible memories. Now that I was thinking about it my breathing started to shake and my eyes teared up. No. I couldn't do that to him. Not again. Stop thinking about it. Stop dreaming about it. Just stop, and that is when my mind went blank and I drifted off to sleep. I dreamt of a blank screen for the rest of the night. There were no pictures. There was no movie, but I sat in a theater watching the blackness shift from black to grey.
~The Next Morning~
I woke up to a bath running, and the smell of breakfast. That is so adorable. "Hey, Damon. Where are you, sweetie?"
"In here, babe." He said.
His voice came from the bathroom. "Oh, we're gonna do this again are we?" I said flirtatiously as I stood in the doorway to the bathroom.
"Whatever you want, babe. Today is your day." He said as he kissed my forehead.
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Those Lips
RomanceThose lips lie, until she meets Damon. Kaia is tired of moving around and not being loved. She is giving up, and is just sick of being here, but when she meets Damon her whole world is turned upside down and her fragile state is comforted by his str...
