Damon

Beads of sweat broke free from my hairline as I racked my brain, processing my words.

Weighing them, nervousness got the best of me, making me remain mute.

Gross silence fell in the room and the only thing that could be heard was the loud thumping of my heart and the exchange of our tensed breaths…maybe my tensed breath.

What did I even want to tell her? That I was sorry?

What if she laughed in my face and made me feel like a fool?

No doubt, I ...