Damon

With expectations and remorse heavy in my heart, I knocked the door before me gently.

As expected, I was met with no response.

I let out a sigh as my face dropped in sadness. It was starting to get frustrating, but I wouldn't give up, not after all I caused as a result of impatience and rash decisions.

Sometimes, I wish I was calm and calculative, like Devin.

But patience wasn't my thing.

I killed my sons and lost my mate's affection.

She treats me like a piece of furniture, ignoring me as if I never existed.

It hurts so badly knowing she was happy without me.

Her silence...