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Eight Years Without Him

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-09-06 23:00:05

​ISABELLE'S POV:

​EIGHT LONG YEARS LATER...

​It had been eight full years since I stood in the garden and broke Damon's heart into dust. Eight years since I watched his back as he walked away. Eight years since I made a desperate choice that ended up haunting every single day of my life.

​I spent all of those years trying my best to forget him, but it was like trying to stop breathing.

​I buried myself in writing because that was the only thing I knew how to do apart from drawing design which I
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