Natasha

Walking with Damon into my brothers lounge room, I felt a bit at ease. I didn't feel like my world crumbled a few hours ago...

I felt happy for now. Happy to finally meet my unexpected best friend. Happy to meet someone who knew me so well and who I knew so well. Happy to meet my mystery pen pal finally.

I sit us down on my brothers couch before playing with my fingers, putting off reliving today... I'd have preferred to be dumped over this.

I felt a warm hand grab one of mine, breaking me out of my thoughts. "What happened today Tash?" He says calmly with a warm smile.

I take in a deep breath to get my emotions under control. I tell him about my night out with Sarah, how I came home early because of her getting sick, hearing them moaning...

I tell him about the conversation afterwards, finding out it had been happening for 3 months, him telling me he loves then me packing my most needed things and telling him I never wanted to see him again.

By the end, I've relived it while telling Damon. I have silent tears running down my face from when I told him how long it had happened. When that happened he pulled me to his lap and hugged me while I continued.

"He's such a fùćķìńģ idiot... he's just thrown away the best thing he ever had..." He tells me while hugged my curled up form.

"I should have seen it coming, looking back now. I trusted him though..." I come to the conclusion.

"It isn't a bad thing you trusted him, he shouldn't have betrayed it. None of this is on you, okay?" I says lowly.

I simply nod before just enjoying his comfort. "I'm sorry this is how we first met."

"Nah, it's ok. Technically I've seen you at the club before." He jokes. "I hate seeing how much he's hurt you... I knew I didn't like him for a reason." He says staring into my eyes.

I can't believe how comfortable I feel with him. It's like we've known each other for years not months. This sense of comfort washes over me and all I can see are his caring eyes stsring back at me.

Our faces are only a few inches apart and part of me wants to close the distance but I know I can't. Even if anything happened for us, I'd hate for him to just be a rebound.

I value him in my life too much. He leans forward and I wonder if he's about to close the distance until he rests his forehead on mine and closes his eyes while rubbing circles on my hip.

I didn't realise the sun had started coming up but I didn't care either. I'm enjoying just having his comfort, that is until someone cleared their throat.