The Calm Before The Storm
The days that followed were a blur of uncertainty. I could feel the storm brewing, its dark clouds gathering in the distance, just waiting to unleash. I wasn’t sure what it would look like when it arrived—whether it would come in the form of betrayal, loss, or something even more devastating. But I knew one thing for certain: I wasn’t going to stand idly by. Damien’s mood shifted like the tides, unpredictable and fierce. One moment, he’d be distant and cold, pushing me away as if afraid of the storm that was coming for him. The next, he’d be gentle, his touch lingering as though he needed the comfort of my presence to steady his mind. It was as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him, and he was trying to shield me from it. I didn’t want to be shielded. I wanted to stand besi
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