48: Dad

Dana

When I opened my eyes, I noticed the mattress sunken beside me. The room was almost dark, but I recognized Demian's face next to me.

It was hard to believe, but we had slept in the same bed after months of not doing so. I could catch every little detail of his face and felt tempted to touch it while he slept. I always had the habit of touching Demian's face when I saw him sleeping, but I no longer had the right to do so.

My eyes were not content with just looking at him. My hands had an uncontrollable desire to feel his skin, but I knew I shouldn't do it. I didn't want Demian to wake up. Meanwhile, Demian slept peacefully beside me, and I wondered why he stayed.

I remember falling asleep on his shoulder. I cried until I had no energy left. He laid me in bed for my comfort, but I don't know why he stayed with me. He could have left, but he chose to stay with me and keep me company.

Demian didn't make it easy for me. While I wanted to forget him, Demian did everything possible not t