Seconds, minutes, hours, days, and even weeks passed, but there was no sign of Damon. He didn't even bother calling to see if I was fine, or was it possible that I had been dumped without even realizing it? I hope not.
But the regular stops Xander made were enough to fill the hole Damon had unintentionally produced. Despite the fact that Xander was giving me the attention Damon was so frantically not even trying to give me, it was insufficient since it wasn't coming from the right source. I detest the fact that I was misinforming Xander and often fell short of helping him come to his senses so he could move on with his life, but I was terrified of being alone once more.
My longing for Damon was intensifying, and I became fixated on checking for fresh messages, being early for the news, a
