Damien sat in his hotel room, a world away from Anya. He missed her, her sharp wit, her intelligence, and most importantly, her unique presence. The silence of the room echoed his loneliness.
He thought about her, her quiet strength, her unwavering resolve. He admired her, respected her. But there was something more, a feeling that went beyond admiration and respect.
He pulled out his phone, tempted to call her. But he hesitated. He didn't want to disturb her, to burden her with his longing. He would wait, he would be patient.
He imagined her, sitting at her desk, lost in thought. He wondered if she missed him too. He hoped she did. He yearned for the day he could return, to reconnect with her, to see if there was something more between them.
Until then, he would have to content himself with memories and anticipation. He would count down the days until his return, eager to see what the future held.