Jane's POV
My room was abandoned for virtual deafness. Despite having begun building pieces of a reality so horrible I couldn't stand it, so worse than anything I could have ever imagined, my heart was war-torn. In the silence that followed the events of the day, I was engaged in a virtually paralyzing desire for revenge and an adamant, lingering love for the man who had once been my whole world…Damien.
I sat at the corner of my untidy bed, early morning grey light seeping in through the drawn curtains, blind-eyed gazing straight ahead at the empty white page on my desk. It was time, I supposed, to face the tempest raging within me. I grasped the scuffed-leather diary that I had hidden away, a secret haven for all the raw feeling and proof that had spilled out over the crazy weeks. My ha
