Persephone's POV.
I sigh lazily as I scrub the pans I used to cook breakfast. Damien left home a few minutes ago after breakfast and now I'm all alone again, already missing him. My hair grew a notch today, but not as long as I had expected. With the way the length rapidly grew yesterday, I expected that my hair would be sweeping the floor by now, however, it is flowing to the middle of my back, way shorter than my original hair length that touches my bum.
As always, these things are not here to stay. I'm content at least my hair is no longer shouder length.
The TV is humming in the background, my pet show on while I wash the dishes. I try to make a mental table of things I could do to keep myself busy till Damien returns but my mind only gives me one solution-- calling Damien-- which h
