Damian’s POV
I stared blankly at the canopy of trees beyond the glass window, watching as the rain poured relentlessly, each drop racing down like a tear the sky couldn’t hold back. The storm had rolled in hours ago, maybe longer—I’d stopped keeping track of time. But even the thunder and wind did little to drown out the silence in the room.
Or in me.
It was the kind of silence that wasn't just quiet—it was suffocating. Heavy. It pressed against my lungs with invisible weight, coiling around my ribs until breathing felt like a conscious effort. The fire in the hearth had long since died, and with it, the warmth that once filled this room.
Her scent… it was probably gone by now. Washed away by the rain. Carried off by the wind like it had never existed. Like she had never existed.
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