I expected him to say that but I already knew what to do. Maybe if I opened up he’d see it wasn’t that scary after all.
I followed him. “I’m going through an identity crisis.”
He stopped halfway up the stairs, turning slightly. “What?”
“You heard me,” I said, crossing my arms. “I don’t know who I am anymore. Ever since my twin and Jared betrayed me, I have been having nightmares of me trying to kill myself.”
He turned fully now, his brows knitting together. “You what?”
“I mean—me, but not me,” I said, waving my hands around. “It’s like… there’s this version of me that keeps trying to strangle the other version. I wake up sweating, my heart pounding, and then I look in the mirror and—” I exhaled sharply, “—I don’t even know who I’m looking at.”
Damon was silent for a moment, just wat
