The early morning sunshine poured into my bedroom and woke me from my sleep.
I cringe away from the light, cursing myself for having left the curtains open. Like every morning, I was still exhausted, physically sick from another night of terrors. Only, I couldn’t recall any nightmares from last night. A pathetically weary sigh escaped me when I suddenly remembered, Damien.
I twisted around, but only to find an empty space, where Damien had once been. I might have been able to convince myself that last night didn’t happen, if not for the indentation in the covers next to me. Or the now faint lingering scent of pine, a scent I’d never been particularly fond of before.
He had laid here with me, and tried to help me, when I had needed him.
Tried.
Although I was able to fall asleep, a
