I'm back to beginning of the invisible loop of truth. It felt like being surrounded by a tornado which only swallows you whole, but would never gives you reasons as to why. I stood at a junction, where I could see different paths to my destination but clueless of which to choose.
Every story seemed believable, but nothing similar. So many people, so many stories, so many different opinions, yet not one matching the other. But when I heard people revealing their side, I felt nothing but genuineness, making it more hard for me to point out the truth and lie.
Among all the questions occupying my head, one seemed to see its triumph thus surfacing to the front, 'Was Alan wrong, or by the time Lily told her Uncle and Aunt, it was too late?'
I knew Damon could go to any extent to fulfill his d
