Hailey
Today, Damien wasn't driving me to college. Instead, one of the other drivers had taken his place. The maid had mentioned something about an early meeting pulling him away, but the absence of his presence this morning left an unsettling void. It was strange, not seeing his face. Stranger still, how much it affected me.
I thought I had it together. Thought I could handle one morning without him. But by the time lunch rolled around, that notion was obliterated. As I left the canteen and made my way to class, the ache inside me only deepened. It was ridiculous. Just a few hours without him, and it felt like an eternity.
I f*****g hated him for that.
I hated how he had the power to make me feel this way—like I was tethered to him by some invisible thread. And what I hated even more?
