Operation: Threads of Connection

Hope

Damian's POV:

"Anya... I can't deny it any longer..." I began, I had to tell her right now. My heart started beating faster, I could feel breathing accelerating as she looked straight into my eyes. She was so beautiful. She sat there, her mouth slightly open.

"What is it Damian?" She asked, still not moving from her position, her eyes locked into mine as her cheeks began turning a slight pink color. Her hair began falling down her face. I took a loose strand and gently put it behind her ear, in that moment, she laid her warm cheek on my rather cold hand. I couldn't help but blush, I wanted her.

"Anya, I-" a loud ring came from the otherside of the room, it must have been Anya's phone. She quickly got up and ran to grab the ringing cell phone.

"Um, It's Papa, I'll be right back!" she said as she ran to a room. As soon as I heard the door click I couldn't help but fall to the ground groaning. This happens everytime, maybe it happens for a reason... I don't know how Anya would react if I told her I liked her... Does she even like me back? I began to ponder, her attitude towards me has changed, although she admitted that she wanted to befriend me for the sake of her dad, I wonder is that still true? I got up and went to sit on the couch. What is this feeling I have towards her?

Anya came back a few minutes later, her face was still a bit red. She clutched her phone, I could see her knuckles turning white. Maybe I made her uncomfortable? I should probably leave.

"Hey, I'm going to head out so you can get some rest, don't worry about my clothes you can just give them to me another day. Sorry, but I'll be borrowing these for tonight, I will give them to you tomorrow!" I said beginning to make my way towards the front door. As I reached to open the door, Anya came in front of me, her eyes widen.

"Don't leave Sy-on boy!" she screamed. I stood there shocked at her sudden outburst. "I mean, it's still raining, stay until it goes away, your dorm is far and there's the whole block lost power... I don't even know if the trains are working, let's just wait..." she rambled on. I could just have one of my drivers come pick me up, but seeing Anya flustered made me ignore that option completely. Maybe she wanted me to stay?

Anya grabbed my hand and walked us towards a smaller room. I glanced around, taking in the details that painted a picture of her personality and interests. Posters of "Spy Wars," an old TV show I used to watch, adorned the walls, their corners slightly curled with age. On one side of the room, a small white bookshelf was crammed with a mix of well-worn paperbacks and glossy magazines. Titles ranged from comics to cookbooks, a testament to her varied interests. Next to the bookshelf, a desk cluttered with notebooks, recipe cards, and pens.

Plush animals were neatly lined up on a countertop, each one a different animal and size. They seemed to have their own place of honor, a comforting presence in the room. Among them, I spotted a small plush version of Bond, the family's dog, sitting prominently in the middle.

The bed, covered with a soft pastel quilt, was tucked into the corner of the room. The quilt was patterned with whimsical designs of stars and moons, adding a touch of magic to the space. Above the bed hung fairy lights, their soft glow casting a warm, inviting light around the room

I walked towards the opposite wall, a corkboard displayed a collage of photos and mementos. Pictures of Anya with Becky. In the middle there was a picture of Anya and I in the forest. We were assigned a specific plant to find and Anya kept choosing the wrong one. Once I found it, Anya was so happy she tried to take it from me. Becky had taken this picture of us. She showed us afterwards, I told her to delete it, but I guess she ended up giving it to Anya. I can't believe she's kept it this whole time.