Amelia
I'm almost done packing.
I don't know when Damien will come, but I hope he doesn't come anytime soon. I'm getting out of here. That's it, there's nothing left for me to do here, and I was an i***t for wanting to stay. My mother was here last night, offering her help, and I turned her away coldly. How blind I was. How could I choose to stay, knowing how complicated my presence here is? How could I naively believe that Damien would spare me, that he would understand, that he would forgive me?
How could I be stupid enough to fall in love with him?
No, I thought it was love. It isn't love. All that has evaporated, and has been replaced with pure, unfiltered hatred. He killed Aaron, mercilessly, threw him in a dumpster. How many men has he killed? I don't care what Aaron has done. H
