Ava’s Point of View
I barely sleep... Again.
Which honestly at this point is starting to feel like a personality trait, because every single time I close my eyes, my brain decides to keep replaying Damon whispering you have no idea what you do to me. And apparently, for some bizarre reason that I really don't understand, my brain has decided that that little sentence is more important than me needing to rest, which is deeply unfair and annoying.
By six in the morning I give up completely.
I throw the blanket off of myself with a groan before dragging myself out of bed.
Maybe coffee will fix my life, or at the very least it might help stop me from thinking about Damon for long enough to actually function like a normal human being.
I quickly brush my teeth, throw my hair into a messy b
