ELLA
After Damien left, I slumped against the wall. I'd wanted to tell him I loved him as he leaving, but that didn't seem like the right time to say it. Not for the first time, anyways. Blowing out a breath, I walked to living room, flopping down on the couch. Bubble jumped up beside me, tongue hanging out.
"I feel bad sending your daddy to find all that stuff. He's going to have a hell of a time." I told her. I giggled at the image of Damien standing in the store, completely lost.
I didn't feel like watching t.v. so I scanned his bookshelf instead. He had a lot of classics, and shockingly, a lot of poetry too. I wouldn't have expected that from him. Pulling out one of the poetry books, I flipped through the pages. He'd drawn little stars in the corner of random pages, maybe because
