DEVONNE’S POVWhen I came to again, I saw that I was lying down on a couch in my living room. “You’re awake”. I turned in the direction of the voice, “Arian…” “Devonne I’m sorry” he said, coming to kneel in front of me and looking for the world like he was afraid. “I’ll never want to hurt you, I’ll never want to do anything that would make you sad and I’m so sorry” he ran his hands through his hair “you’ve got me wound up so tight, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore” I sat up, and cupped his face with my hands, “Arian… all those months in Italy, I didn’t know how much they meant to me until I had to leave, I didn’t know how much I was used to bickering with you until I was faced with the quietness of my own company, but sometimes I feel we both find it so difficult to communicate, it’s annoying… but I think it’s something we both ought to work on. I want to try this with you Arian, everyday I spent apart from you these last few weeks have been pure discomfort” having finally le
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