THIRTY_SIX!!... PICNIC

Damon's sob tote through my heart because if there was anyone who understands what it means to carry a nightmare like that…it's me.

Until today, I can still see a pair of green eyes in my dreams, and it's not even funny. So I understand perfectly what he is going through.

His shoulders shook under my hand, and I didn't say anything. Just allowed him to pour it all out as I stroked his shaking back.

Eventually, his sobs slowly died down, and he turned to look at me, his eyes all red and face puffy, from the crying.

“Damon,” I began gently, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it couldn't have been easy.”

He nodded, wiping his face with the back of his hand, “It's just something I've carried with me for so long,” he admitted, his voice cracking slightly.

I offered a warm smile, “You don't have to carry it alone anymore. “

Damon's eyes met mine, "I appreciate that, Hannah. I just had to pour it out, you know? To avoid being hypocritical.”