L O S T .|| ✔ //MxM

T W E N T Y - T W O .

Damilade.

For two weeks now, I haven't seen or heard from him. It's almost like the house belongs to me.

Sure I know he's been sneaking around on me and watching me sleep, but I've not come face to face with him.

At first I was grateful for his non contact and privacy but I was beginning to get worried that he might actually be sick. Something in me wanted to go check on him.

But even if I could walk by myself, there was no viable excuse for me walking into his wing.

I had everything I could want. And more. Even a cook.

"Ask already." Maggie speaks up her face still buried inside the latest copy of Architectural Digest- courtesy of Mr. Jackson.

"What?" I ask baffled by her statement.

"You know what." She peaks out of the magazine.

There's silence for a full minute before she speaks up again.

"He's still around. Though he's just come back from visiting his mother. Didn't bring her with because of you. Yes he did ask after you like he always does. And I'm sure he'll be creeping around your room like he always does."

All I could do was open and close my mouth like a fish.

She managed to put my unknown worries to rest in the snarkiest way possible.