Oh god, it's happening again. My crush on Desmond is resurfacing from the depths of my subconscious, where I had deposited it. I can feel it simmering, bubbling up to my heart, and raising my body temperature along with it.
It can't be helped.
He managed to do the one thing my father hasn't in my entire life despite me waiting for him to do it—shutting up Amelia and Briana when they try to suppress my voice. The room has been silent for a few minutes now since Desmond's speech. I was moved by it.
Knowing I'm getting married to someone who will back me up and listen to me whenever I want to vent feels like a dream. And that person being Desmond? A fucking Daydream!
