DAMIAN BLACKWOOD
My father had raised me to be a man, but I was still human.
Day by day, I realised with pain in my heart that Eleanor had a grip on me that I could not break. It was like being entangled in a spider's web; the more I fought, the more I became entrapped.
And then I thought.
Father had been smitten by Vanilla Black. He never loved anyone else after her-not even Mother. It was a slow realisation that if my mother had lived, she would most likely have been miserable because of him. He even killed her brother because of her.
Maybe if I let go and hurt myself in the process, I would become immune to love.
Yes. I would let go, I decided.
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I made the decision to let go of my hardheartedness on the same day my grandfather passed away. It was a gradual process over three
