I heard Damon sigh and I turned back to him. He had dropped his head and he opened his mouth to speak.
"I know its my fault."
He stood up and paced around the room a little.
I took the time to study him, he didn't look unkempt or anything like that.
He was dressed, he smelled clean and fresh. He only had light stubble, and his hair, which I'd seen him run his hands through multiple times already, was the usual slight messy.
But his face, he looked like he was in pain. And I could feel so much guilt falling off of him.
"I don't have any words right now. I can't believe I pushed you to this. My mother said she had been in unimaginable pain, which she just couldn't stand anymore. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart each day with no end. Till she ended it." I not
