DAMIEN
My house feels like hell.
Dani just left. I watched as she packed her things in a big bag and I didn't bother to stop her. I wanted to stop her. Beg her to stay. But I just let her leave.
Now I'm standing in the shower. And I still can't stop thinking about her. I wish there was a way to wash away someone from your mind. But that's impossible. I can't wash Dani away from my head. Her lovely face. Her lovely smile. Her silly little giggles and stupid jokes. She's haunting me.
I step out of the shower and try to push the thought of Dani away but I can't. Not when everything in this room reminds me of her. The bed that we share. The pillowcases that she bought. The couch that she lies on, sketching at night. Everything about this fùcking room reminds me of her.
I slide into sweat
