Charlie
Why is he even trying to be a gentleman? He said it himself, one way or another I will be his. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, just allows me to ponder my sense of despair more than I wish. It forces me to sit wide awake in my dark room, obsessing about Maxwell. How I want him to touch me, how I want to hear him say my name one more time.
The worst part is that I’m not sure if that’s me wanting that or this stupid bond.
When I jolt awake from my alarm clock, I realize I must have fallen asleep, although I’m not sure at what hour the exhaustion took over. Moving my tired heavy limbs, I gradually get ready for work. I used to love work, that’s until Morgan actively became team Maxwell. I highly doubt she would be praising him so much if she knew he was dead.
