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~Damon's POV
I didn't even realize when my eyelids got heavy. My back rested awkwardly against the edge of the couch, and my head leaned on the wall. I'd been sitting here for hours, just watching her, hoping she'd wake up soon. Her breathing was steady, her face calm, but there was no sign she was about to open her eyes.
The quietness in the room was almost too much. My body was tired, but my mind was restless. Every few minutes, I'd glance at her again. I didn't know what else to do.
At some point, sleep finally dragged me under.
I didn't know how long I'd been out until a loud voice pierced through my ears.
"What are you doing here?"
My eyes shot open instantly. I blinked twice, trying to focus, and saw Lisa sitting up, her eyes wide with anger.
I rubbed my eyes slowly. "What?"
"I asked…" she took a step forward, her voice sharp, "what are you doing in my place?"
