Annabel
I wake up slowly, stretching languidly in the silky sheets and I smile as I remember how amazing every day has been with Stefan. I stretch out a searching arm and find his side of the bed empty. Opening my eyes, I look around the room to find it empty and lie back down with a sigh. It has been four days since we came back to LA, I do the calculations and Stefan's leave will be ending soon. I wish the days would crawl by so that I can have him to myself a little bit more but in contrast, day and night seem to descend simultaneously in the blink of an eye. Soon he will have to go back and I find that I am loathe to let him go. Somehow, I have to act, I have to do something to make him stay, to convince him the better option is staying with me. Because I cannot imagine my life wi
