MENTAL NOTE

Damon's P.O.V

There wasn't much food, to begin with, we'd barely managed to pull something together last night for dinner seeing as Theo hated shopping and I wasn't around to get it done myself. I settled on cereal and hoped it'd be enough for Will.

It gave me enough time to try and map out a way to approach the topic of telling a human I was supernatural. I'd never done it before and heard enough stories to know it either went two ways; acceptance or denial. But what made it difficult was knowing that if Will denied that part of me, she'd be rejecting me as her mate and that was something I knew I couldn't survive.

Most wolves died shortly after they lost their maters, there were the few that persevered but they were few in number. I had no clue how Uncle Beckett went years with a broken bond and barely any communication, but there was no way in hell I could do that.

I couldn't live without Will.

So I could only hope and pray that she would understand, she was my mate after all, made for me and all that. So if there was any human that would be able to listen and accept what I was, the things I'd done, then it'd be her, my mate.

I hoped.

The door opened suddenly pulling me from my thoughts as Will came back inside, coming towards me only to stop short at the sight of the cereal box. She laughed a little at the sight of the bowls and box making me frown with confusion.

"You didn't do much shopping either?" She asks, hazarding a guess for the simple box.

"Nah," I admit as I scratch the back of my head.

She offers me a weak smile before coming over to me, she pecks my lips briefly before reaching for the box.

"Captain Crunch?" She asks after squinting for a moment. "You seriously like Captain Crunch?"

"Hands down the best cereal in the world," I reply making her scoff.

"You mispronounced Cinnamon Toast Crunch." She replies while pouring herself a bowl full.

"So you're mentally ill, makes sense," I reply sarcastically making her give me a small shove. I laugh gently.

Time passes too quickly from there, we ate our bowls of amazing cereal while conversing lightly about anything that came to mine. Anything but the things we knew we had to talk about because the short-lived moment of happiness was too good to let go too soon if one of us chose to let go.

I'd steeled myself to just be honest and get it over with, say it all before I could back out but Will spoke first. Gathering her courage before I could as she rest her empty bowl down and so did I.

"I want to tell you some things about me," Will explains making my eyes widen with surprise. "I want to give you a piece of me, more than what I have so far. I um... I realized in our time apart, that I barely share anything with you, anything about me and I-I just don't want to keep doing that moving on."

My heart rate spikes nervously, mind reeling to know what she was willing to share. There was so much to Will that I didn't know, that I wanted to know more than anything in this world. The most overbearing being how she lost her sight, the way she felt about it and disregarded speaking about it more than she had to, hinting that she didn't have this condition since birth.

But I couldn't imagine Will sharing something that sensitive to me after we'd only just paved a route back to one another, then again, I wouldn't have imagined her wanting to share much of anything too soon. I'd prepared myself to have to unlock the pieces of Will I'd figured out months before all over again, thinking she'd close herself back up if I ever got back to her.

Now, she seemed more affectionate than before, more open... happier. Which I couldn't quite understand but couldn't fault either. I wanted to ask her why but didn't want my bringing it up to make her full back.

I was just so confused and anxious,

Confanxious - Theo offered, trying and succeeding to lighten the mood.

Not now Theo - I scold, after having to stifle a laugh.

Sorry

"What is it?" I ask, refocusing my attention to Will who was squeezing her fingers nervously.

I reached for her palms, circling them with my own for support, the action seeming to let her take in a much-needed breath of air.

"I want you to understand why it's hard for me sometimes, to give you back what you give to me." She starts, eyes refusing to meet my own as she instead casts them to our hands, focusing on them instead. "I-I'm an only child and I come from a family which doesn't really care about anything other than their image. It's always been about what others will say, what others will think and how we portray ourselves to the world. Being their only child, I've always had to be exactly what they need others to see."

She stops to take another breath, I sweep my thumb over her skin while she grips viscously onto my fingers. The only sound between us being our thumping hearts, Will's pumping itself to the point of exhaustion as she pulled her thoughts together.

"I've always had the friends they wanted me to have, done the things they told me to and wore what they wanted. It didn't take me long to realize that going with what they wanted was easier than going against, so I did." She says with a small shrug of her shoulders. "B-But I've never had anything real in my life, nothing that I knew wasn't fabricated or faked. I thought I did... with a person, I thought to be my best friend, but I was wrong about that. I was very wrong about that."

My frown deepens at this, instincts pricking at the way Will shifted uncomfortably in her place. I make a mental note to remember this best friend and put an end to her life when Will eventually shared more about this with me.