~Damon~

This is not how I wanted her to find out.

Fuck.

I stood there, frozen, watching the sheet slide off her trembling shoulder as she gripped the banister like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Her eyes were wide. Wet. Wounded. And they were staring at me like I’d just ripped her soul out and smiled while doing it.

Because I did.

Not with a blade. Not with claws.

With silence.

With a lie I told so long ago it felt like a different lifetime.

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