DAMON.
I sat in my room, still as paralyzed as the same day that Carlisle, my mate, was taken from me.
The pain of losing her was more than I could ever bear. It pierced me every time that I woke, leaving a void in my heart that told me that I was missing something - I was missing Carlisle.
I hated myself, now more than ever. How could I even think to lose to Jake, of all people? Admittedly, his win was due to a petty trick of magic on his part, but still, he had won and I had lost. The loss had left a bitter taste in my mouth that would not go away. I knew that it was not going to be easy to let go of it.
I had no idea how I even got back home from the penthouse.
Now, I have locked myself in my room. I had heard knocking from my mother several times, but had not even answ
