Clara
Today morning has been more of a robots' programmed morning. I walk up, had a shower, brushed my teeth, smelled Damien's shirt for over ten minutes, cried over the loss of him, sat down on the floor and drowned in thoughts.
Okay, maybe not robotic. Robots don't cry, they don't smell their mate's shirt and crave him. Ughh! They don't even have mates! Lucky for them, they don't have father's to drag them away from their mates!
My wolf has been off. She is too sad to even communicate with me. Well, for me, I am on the verge of running mad. I haven't been able to pull myself together. Trust me, I have every possible plan of escaping from here and running to Damien.
I am sure every plan could work, I could make it to Damien's place. It could work but it wouldn't be helpful to our cur
