Damien turns around and the grief and pain are all evident on his face. His wide blue eyes catch me first, bloodshot and swollen. The rest of his face shared the same crying effect which tears in my eyes start to well. He looks at me in confusion for a split second before realising that it's actually me with my arms around him. Cold, pale, alive and covered in another man's blood.
"Juliet?" whispers, voice quivering. He looked like he a man that had been shattered into a million pieces, scattered across the floor for all to walk on and by taking a single look at me standing in front of him had only put the pieces back together with a glue stick. He needed more to know that this wasn't some wicked dream his mind had came up with to deal with the loss of me or just someone else who looks li
