I pushed his hands away from me and ran out of the room, crying. His words felt like knives in my ears. They didn’t sound loving anymore. Every word felt fake. Full of lies. I couldn’t trust him again. I'm tired of all the lies and gaslighting. Where do I put myself in all this?
“Braila,” he said my name, shocked. “Wait, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Damon.” I broke down in tears.
I still believe life is what you make of it—fast, wild, and lived without looking back or holding onto regrets.
Damon hugged me.
His hug was so warm. I laid my head on his chest and kept crying. Damon kept holding me. He didn’t say sorry... he said nothing. He just stood there and let me cry as much as I needed. He held my shoulders and led me to his room. He gave me a chair to sit on. I saw the others
