~Damon~

I will tell you the truth. Lying here in my own blood, I thought this was it. I thought this was the end.

When that blade drove into my side, when I smelled the silver in my own veins, when I felt the ground rise up to meet me because my body could no longer hold itself upright, I thought my story stopped here, in this dirt, under this moon, with Darren’s grin carved into my memory like the last cruel joke before death.

But dying is not as quiet as they tell you it is. No one ever talks about the noise.

The pounding of your own pulse...