I was lying in the same bed I had stayed in the last time I was here. The alarm clock beside me read 2:10 am.
Sleep was completely out of the picture and I wondered if where Damon was right now. Although I was shocked that Asia and Xavier wouldn't help Damon, I could only understand. I couldn't imagine fighting to be with the one that you love and having to fight all over again just as they were finally happy.
Was anybody ever really happy anymore? It's all temporary relief until the next wave of madness comes crashing down.
I shoved my face into the pillow but I didn't cry. I had no more tears in me and I was past wondering why I felt the way I did. It was pointless to try to pretend that I had no feelings for Damon. It was just clear as day that I was utterly and hopelessly in love with him as it was that he was going to die.