And so?

Damon's POV

I was staring at the book lying on the floor, its leather cover was already cracking from the spine given how often I’d gripped it. It looked so harmless sitting there, but every page seemed like a wound. Every line was my darkness. I had written it in the quiet hours when sleep refused to come, when my thoughts were louder than my heartbeat, when I wished for the kind of silence that only death could give. All of it, my despair, my loneliness, my longing to disappear, was right there, in black ink. And now Sabrina had seen it.

The image of the way her face looked when she realised what it was disturbed me heavily. Her eyes were wide and pained. Her hand trembling before she shoved me. That tiny sound she made, that was not quite a gasp, and not quite a sob, before she turned and left, haunted me. She had looked at me like I was a stranger.

“Fuck!” I yelled. I slammed my fist into the cupboard and the wood cracked under the force. I barely registered the sting in my knuckl