Damian looked at Elena, his eyes hopeful, yet also afraid of the answer that would come out of her mouth.

"Elena, do I deserve a second chance?" he asked softly.

Elena let out a long breath, bowing her head for a moment. The wind blew softly, carrying the scent of wet soil and jasmine flowers from the newly sown gravestone.

"A second chance?" repeated Elena softly. Her eyes slowly looked at Damian, deep, clear, and full of hurt.

"I'm sorry, Damian..." she said calmly but firmly. ...