32 - Dream Damon
Summer
I don’t really remember what happened after Damon dropped me off at Heather’s place. I remember walking back to my place, rain hiding my tears and getting completely soaked. My phone rang, and I took it, water droplets falling on my small bathroom as I tried to get out of the soaked clothes.
I remember shouting. And crying. Carol, my biological mother, had called me in a drunken stupor, complaining about her alcoholic boyfriend who didn’t love her.
It felt like a fever dream.
Especially when I opened up my heavy lids to the handsome and worried face of Damon, mine inches away from his.
I closed my eyes again, knowing I was dreaming. Damon would never know I lived here or else he’d never stop teasing me. And why would he care?
“Summer?”
I waved him off,
