PRISCILLAS POV
Walking home from therapy is never a joyous event.
I spend it crying, and come home completely numb. It wares off after a little while though.
Even though spending an hour every week talking about the love of my life is heartbreaking, I need to do it.
I need to let someone know.
Although I have talked to Finn about some of it, I don't like to open up very much. He knows just enough though.
Finn.
My best friend.
When I first moved here, I only had a couple hundred bucks to my name. I stayed in a trashy motel near the desert, and quickly looked to get hired somewhere.
Although it was hard considering I never had job before now.
Damon never let me work. Said I didn't need to. And I loved that.
But now? I love independence.
I can't believe I was so dependent on him. I couldn't do it now. Not after making my own money. Having something that's mine. An apartment that's mine. A job that's mine. And a life that's mine.
Freedom.
I'm free.
But will it stay that way?
Anyway, I'd finally found a job at a cute little bar in the city. I love it. Though I work late nights.
That's where I met Finn. He trained me, and since then, we've been inseparable.
No, I don't have feelings for him.
And no, he doesn't have feelings for me.
And that's the way I want it.
Walking through my apartment door, I lock it, and walk to my room. Searching through my closet, I take out a huge grey sweatshirt and black shorts to wear.
Once I've changed I decided to clean my room.
I love cleaning my room.
Damon always had maids do the cleaning. He didn't want me to, even though I insisted. He would let me cook and bake, and for that I was thankful. I wouldn't be able to live if I couldn't cook.
It made a home warm.
I have that now. All to myself.
I wish I had a family again.
That thought always sneaks it's way into my mind. I have parents. I just don't think of them that way anymore.
My parents live in Italy now. They moved up there to take over my dead grandparents land. It's honestly beautiful there. I wish I had the heart to visit, but honestly it'd be awkward.
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The Million Dollar Man
RomanceA shiver crawls up my spine. And my confusion has come to an end. Damon was here. I know it. I reach for the note, and open it fully. And that's when the panic sets in. Knowing that he was here when I was sleeping. Yet not knowing how long he sta...
