The next couple of weeks; and also the last couple of weeks of school before spring break, passed with a steady routine. After school was let out, I'd get home, do some homework and housework, and then head over to La Push for a few hours. School dragged, but I knew I had the time with Dameon to look forward to afterwards.
I could feel the change. Through the days, I could feel us growing closer together. I suppose it was inevitable; there were no more pack meetings when I was around - they'd probably learned their lesson from last time - so I had the hours alone with Dameon. Not only were we be becoming best mates again, but something more. Our friendship was different, almost easier now, and it was nice. The more time we spent together, the more the boundaries of our friendship blurred. We could be ourselves truly with each other.
This time was even healing the hole in my chest. Not completely, but slowly stitching the edges back together. Dameon was not only putting me back together again anymore, but also being my support. If I ever thought of Him, and the pain would take me over, all I had to do was think of Dameon and it was already easier to handle. Even the nightmares weren't so bad anymore; they didn't have their same impact on me anymore. I felt as though I was watching them from a different view; detached from the dream. I would still awake screaming, but not every morning.
I had a feeling that, if Dameon disappeared again, it'd be even worse. But I didn't need to worry about that; Dameon promised me enough he would never leave me again, and I believed him. I trusted Dameon with my life
