Shadows and truth
“You built this place,” he said softly, his eyes swept through the small room. “It looked like you've lived here for a while.”
“This is not my home but it's safe for survival.” She replied holding a wooden cup of herbs.
She handed it over to Damian who sat on a rock slab at the corner of the room. “You must be feeling chilly,” she remarked.
He nodded gradually as he collected the cup from her. “I want to be sincere with you, I didn't come here to confront you.” He took a sip from the steaming herbs and it scorched his tongue.
“Huhhh,” he let out a loud sigh.
“Sorry I didn't tell you it's hot,” she chuckled quietly.
Damian looked at her cute face as it became red and he smiled.
“I came because every part of me tells me you are not what they call you. You saved me
