Damon knew you thought you were going crazy.

Small things would go missing. A lipstick that you believed sat on your vanity was gone an hour later. A few pairs of clothes were misplaced, and then they would go missing. At first, you believed your memory was blocking memories out. Socks went missing all the time, so why worry? However, something felt wrong, but it was probably all in your head.

Except it wasn't all in your head. It was Damon.

He had a collection. A half-used lipstick, a love letter in your handwriting meant for someone else, a few articles of clothing that he couldn't fathom you wearing in front of someone else, and a few hairties. Of course, there was more than that, but he had his favorites.

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Damon stood behind you when he noticed how quiet you had gotten. He knew you found his private pile of the things he'd been taking from your room, but he didn't go any more rigid.

"Are you afraid?" Damon asks, his voice low, yet steady.