Damien's p.o.v

I sat behind the wide glass desk, London’s skyline stretched in sharp lines beyond the window steel, glass, and the eternal drizzle painting the city in muted colors. People thought I was at peace here. My empire. My fortress. But they didn’t see what I carried inside.

Since Clara walked out of my life no, since I pushed her out I’d lived with an unsettling silence.

“I feel strange”I muttered

It wasn’t the silence of calm, but of absence. Like a hollow chamber ...