If you loved something—someone—you let them go, right?
Then why the f**k did Damien feel like a piece of s**t?
Letting her go was something he could never bring himself to envision—a future he couldn’t stomach, a torment he couldn’t endure—yet he did it. And God, he had to.
But her leaving only meant one thing—she could never bear to be with him. Better now than later, better before she discovered what sort of monster he truly was.
God, his chest hurt worse than when a rogue almost clawed his heart out just thirteen months ago. He felt like he couldn’t get enough oxygen into his cursed head no matter how he tried. It was as if a vital part of him had been lost forever and he was going mad. He felt dead and yet very much alive. How he wished he were dead in that moment.
Maybe, just may
