Elise's POV.
Last night was one of the most unpleasant nights of my life. I hated it.
I was stupidly worried about Damien. When I heard of his accident on the television, I didn't want to feel anything but I felt sorry for him and deep down, I didn't want anything bad to happen to him.
I kept checking the news like an i***t. That day, it felt like I was the old Elise and I detested that feeling but I could do nothing about it.
I continued worrying that day and became surprised when the photographer for that photoshoot called me, telling me that Damien had come in a hospital gown searching for him.
Somehow, I felt a little part of my heart skip a beat. I told myself that I wouldn't care but for him to go there in such a state, just to look for me; meant that he might have changed.
