Ariana POV

I stood behind Damien, as I watched him roared, in pain. It wasn’t a normal pain it was the pain that came from a man who had lost his loved one.

As I stood there, watching Damien on his knees, screaming in anguish, my heart clenched at his evident pain.

"Damien, please tell me it isn't what I think. Tell me, please," I pleaded, desperation lacing my voice.

At the sound of my voice he turned to face me, His eyes, bloodshot and devoid of tears, met mine, conveying a depth of sorrow I couldn't fathom. I felt bad, I wished this was a dream I could wake...