The scholarly British doctor was theONLYreason I made it back, and for that, I owe him everything.
Daily, he fed me, he bathed me, and he got me back on my feet with some equine therapy, and a dog named Rufus. He showed me patience, kindness, and that I was worthy of something more than death.
And I owe him my life.
All.
Of.
It.
Only, now, I have a big problem. Poe has become my emotional support human, and being away from him scares and devastates me.
When it was time for me to leave, I told the doctor that I wasn’t ready. That the nightmares that chased me were still there, and it wasn’t a complete lie.
I am having dreams.
VIVID ones.
And they do scare me.
Why?
Well, that’s easy.
I think I’m in love with the man.
Yes, you read that right.
I believe that I’m in love with Poe Seville.
That’s so crazy for me, since I was married to Storm, and I’ve only ever been with women. I’ve never been attracted to a man, but now, I am.
Maybe I fell for his kindness, his gentle demeanor, or how I knew deep down in my soul that no matter what, he’d never hurt me.
The more time I spend with Poe, the less I want to leave.
He’s become so vital to my survival as a human being, and that’s insane since I’m a grown-ass adult who has killed, done dirty deeds for my country, and saved Marines along the way.
I shouldn’t need him.
But I do.
Now, I’m stuck with the possibility that when I leave here, I’m going to be miserable without him.
Not because I’m suicidal anymore.
I’m not.
There’s only one thing that I want more than living and seeing the next day.
I just want to exist with Poe. Leaving the safety and joy of his rehab center is the last thing I want in my life. It’s become my sanctuary.
My home.
How do I tell him that I have feelings for him that just won’t abate?
How do I bring up that after that dream I had, waking up in his bed and almost assaulting him, that a door was opened up that can’t be closed?
