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I… it’s not what you think.

ผู้เขียน: Ava
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-08 23:31:17

Damian's POV

Her sobs. The sound grated on every raw nerve ending, a discordant symphony I despised. They cut through the thick, suffocating blanket of my rage in a way I found infuriating, like dull claws scraping against a stone. Not enough to inflict actual pain, not enough to pierce the protective armor of my fury, but just enough to gnaw at my last shred of composure, a constant, irritating hum beneath the roaring storm.

I could still hear her behind me, the ragged rhythm of her breathing, shallow and uneven, a pathetic testament to her struggle. I imagined her, pulling herself together, trying to staunch the flow of tears, trying to summon the courage to utter the words she believed would absolve her. Pathetic. The thought was a bitter bile in my mouth.

I tilted my head back, the cold glass of the whiskey bottle pressed to my lips, and drained another mouthful, letting the fiery liquid burn its path down my throat. I wanted to drown out the sound of her crying, to obliter
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