[Tears stain her cheeks, though they no longer fall, and she has the urge to wipe away the evidence that they were there, and she does so with one hand, using her fingers to brush them away, light traces of mascara smearing across her skin. She sucks in a calming breath then, nodding when he's finished speaking.
It's both exactly what she thought she was going to hear and dreading. Because sex complicates everything, even when it isn't real. Let alone when only one of them remembers it.]
Well, by the sounds of it, that didn't turn out so great.
[Her life, she means, with him not in it. Damon has very little to say about her future that sounds anything resembling good. She can tell it's bad, confronted him a little about it, even. But he won't spill.
Her lips press together.]
I have a confession to make. [Since it's honesty hour.] I had one of those crazy Wonderland dreams...about you. I had the same nightmare, every night, over and over. I was trapped, and someone was hurting me, and the only person who ever came to save me was you.
[It almost sounds like one really crazy, kind of scary metaphor.]
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It's both exactly what she thought she was going to hear and dreading. Because sex complicates everything, even when it isn't real. Let alone when only one of them remembers it.]
Well, by the sounds of it, that didn't turn out so great.
[Her life, she means, with him not in it. Damon has very little to say about her future that sounds anything resembling good. She can tell it's bad, confronted him a little about it, even. But he won't spill.
Her lips press together.]
I have a confession to make. [Since it's honesty hour.] I had one of those crazy Wonderland dreams...about you. I had the same nightmare, every night, over and over. I was trapped, and someone was hurting me, and the only person who ever came to save me was you.
[It almost sounds like one really crazy, kind of scary metaphor.]