Damian's fingers trembled as he slowly released Melissa's hand, letting it sink gently onto the bed. Her peaceful face glowed under the early morning light, unaware of the storm brewing inside him.
He forced himself to look away, the weight of his realization too heavy to bear. The discovery made his chest feel tight, almost painful.
He slipped out of bed, put on his pants, and stood at the window, lost in thought as the morning sun streamed in.
His hands shook slightly, which was a strange feeling for him as a man who's faced life-threatening situations without flinching. He turned his head, barely able to look at Melissa.
‘I don’t deserve to be here,’ he thought, ‘not after everything I’ve done.’ And that was when he knew he couldn’t stay, because If she woke up and she looked into
