Laura’s Point of View.
“Damian.”
I called him when I noticed him staring at the moon from the chamber’s terrace. The moon was high up in the sky, shining silver. He clutched the railing as if he was going to break it.
“Damian,” I called out again, and he turned to face me.
I tapped the edge of the bed and motioned for him to sit beside me. He didn’t disappoint me and came over to me. He rested his head against my shoulder, his eyes closed.
“Are you exhausted?” I asked, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.
He shook his head. “I’m worried.”
“Was that how you felt when I was gone?”
“No, I felt even worse. It felt like I was going to die every second I couldn’t see you.”
I cracked a smile. I loved hearing his unexpected remarks. It never failed to make me feel fulfilled. I could liv
