Damien just couldn't sleep. He gazed at the sleeping form beside him, curled under the nook of his shoulder and felt a weird unease reflected inside him. The warmth of her body not just seeped through his body but also through his heart and it was almost painful. He moved away from her reach and slowly climbing down the bed, he scampered downstairs, shutting the door behind him softly.
The lights never go off in his apartment. He always assures that because he just cannot tolerate darkness. And yet ironically, there was nothing he could do about the darkness that made up his soul. It was not like he wanted to turn out this way. He was forced to. As he climbed down the stairs, he realized just how big this place was. And for the first time, it felt empty as hell to him. Like he was strand
