Ophelia’s POV:
“Of course I rejected you, Damon! You had a girlfriend back then, and I—I had a boyfriend,” I spoke up, my voice cracking under the sheer weight of the absurdity. I felt baffled, breathless at how we’d reached this point.
After that night in the woods, four years ago, we hadn't talked about anything. He’d vanished up until the next week, at my wedding. Where I only saw a glimpse of him.
After that, I left.
Now that the truth was finally bleeding out between us after four whole years, it seemed useless—a post-mortem on a life already lived. Yet, I felt propelled by a frantic, nervous energy. My chest was tight, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
“Was that truly the only reason?” he questioned. He took another step forward, his shoulders blocking out
