She tore a piece of cloth from God knows where and wrapped my bleeding knuckles.

"Look at me. Damien, Look at me!" She demanded strongly.

She managed to pull my chin in her direction.

"No one is worth you getting worked up like this, especially not a misguided misogynistic old man." She gritted out.

"Answer me this. Would you still stay with me if I wasn't the man I am now?" I don't know what came over me to ask her such.

She blinked twice in a second. My breath mixed with hers as my chest heaved up and down.

"I didn't choose you Damien, the universe did." She said...