The pain Damon felt on his broken wrist was no where near the pain he felt inside him as he stood in his black suit before his father's casket which was being put into the ground. All the words being spoken by the priest were all mumbled words to him.
He still couldn't believe this was really happen. It all happened so fast that it made him start thinking it was a nightmare which he was about to wake up from soon. He felt broken. Physically and emotionally. His arm in cast and his heart shattered in different pieces.
Damon couldn't believe the memory his father had of him, was of him being angry at him. Ignoring his calls and texts had made him not able to patch things up with him and he wasn't even there to say goodbye.
“Hey! I'm so sorry Damon" Cara said with a sympathetic look, com
