DAMIAN
I stand rigid, leaning heavily against the toilet sink. My fingers grip the cool porcelain like it is my last lifeline.
I don't dare to raise my eyes to the mirror because I am scared of the truth it would reveal:
An unworthy accomplice. A man who deserves death in her stead.
“Memories of you overwhelm me.” I croak through the emotions that gather thick in my chest. “Reliving your laughter, our careless whispers, and plans for the future…”
Now forever silenced.
My fingers tighten impossibly against the sink. Regret and remorse find their way along the lines of my hardened features. It crinkles the scar on my face.
Slowly, I release the sink and raise my hands to my view.
These same hands pulled the trigger which ended her life.
Self loathing bubbles fast within me.
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