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Diana
For the first time in three days, I wake up to the sunlight. I'm confused at first, but then I realize something.
Perry's still asleep. He's still in my arms. And I'm still in his. I smile as I remember last night.
Perry had let me clean him up. Admittedly, I didn't do a great job, but he'd looked terrible. I had to do something. It was clear that he was feeling immensely guilty because of what happened. It wasn't his fault, I know that. I had echoed his words to try and convey that to him.
While I was washing him, I found several scars covering his toned body. Many of them are covered by fur, but some are pretty easy to find. One in particular stuck out to me for some reason: a small cut on his back. I don't know what about it fascinates me. The scars tell a story: a story of a hard life. I can tell he's been through a lot. I guess we have that in common.
I hadn't lied to him last night. It was the first time in my life I had enjoyed being intimate with someone. Every time before had been forced on me. Hundreds of times.
But that one time… it was almost like a dream come true. But Perry hadn't enjoyed it, and that ruined it. He'd been so overcome with guilt over what was happening to let himself enjoy it. Which is why I knew I had needed to see him.
And I was right. He was a wreck. He'd been crying for hours. He'd been too tired to even get out of bed on his own. I'm grateful to the manager for giving me a key to his room. It had taken some convincing but she did finally concede.
It's a good thing, too. Perry had needed me, desperately. I may have not known him for very long, but I know that he values respect. He values his integrity, and he'd been forced to violate it. I wish I could say that I can't imagine what he's going through, but I can.
Throughout the entire night, Perry had done nothing but restrain himself. He hadn't allowed himself to go beyond making out with me. It was heartbreaking. There's nothing I want more right now than to fix what happened earlier, for both of us. I don't think he trusts himself anymore. I want to help him the same way he's helped me. I want to help him find that spark again. I want to help him find what made him so full of life.
I gaze lovingly at his resting face. He's peaceful right now. I want this to last forever. After the way I saw him last night, I don't want this moment to slip away.
I know that I love him, but I think it's only now that I realize just how much. I've prayed for two years that I would find someone who would come and help me, save me. I believe that Perry is who was sent. I don't want to ever leave him. I'm never going to leave him. I echo his words from yesterday.
"I'm never gonna let go."