[One Week Five Days Later]
Time is a sucker. Those finger countable memories have left a big imprint on her that they're all she thinks about. The pillow covers are left drying in the open air every morning, because empty nights had been witness to her soft cries. It was getting worse everyday. May be because the potion was starting to do it's work. She had been drinking it since the day she came back.
She couldn't even see him last time when she left. It was so early in the morning when a lady walked into the room which was void of her mate, and told her to get ready. All that she could do in that very moment was to wash her face and gather her belongings. Damon ushered her and Jay out and the moment she marked a step outside, an unceasing thunderous roar resonated in the chilly air.
