Melody's POV...
Growing up without a mom is usually quite difficult on a kid and ends up affecting the child in the long run.
It was never the same for me. My Father was all I grew up with, all I had until I met Layla and Connor. I was more of a quiet kid, watching from the sidelines. Making friends? Never my forte but now, I wouldn't trade those two for the world.
" Hey, Mel. Something happened! "
Those words were the ones to change my life.. forever.
I flinch when Damien touches my arm, pulling me from my thoughts.
His face is pulled down in a frown as he takes my hands in his.
" Hey, what's wrong? D..do you regret it? "
I squeeze his hands, surprised that he'd ask those words.
" No, of course not. I was just.. thinking about the past. When Papa was still alive. "
He sighs, one could tell it was in relief.
" Oh, you must miss him often. "
" Yes, a lot. He was a good man, he didn't deserve death. ", I mutter, mostly to myself but he hears it anyway.