Damien’s pov:
I could not sleep. I lay in bed with my eyes wide open and stared at the ceiling while the night went by. My mind was busy and restless. I kept thinking about the events of the day over and over again.
I remembered the art gallery first.
I thought about how soft Sera’s face looked when she saw the paintings she loved. Her eyes lit up, and for a few moments, the world did not seem so cruel to her. I found myself watching her more than the art. I noticed how her fingers moved when she felt emotional. I saw how she leaned closer to the paintings and forgot everything else.
In those moments, she looked truly happy.
Then I thought about the kitchen.
She stood very close to me. The warmth of her body brushing mine when she turned. The way her breath hitched when she realized
