Chapter Sixteen

(Damien's POV)

I felt nothing.

For the first time, I wish I could feel. I always thought my inability to feel any emotion except pleasure and pain was a blessing; I didn't have to worry about people's mood, and I never had to make wrong choices. Emotions made people weak. That had been what I thought, but these few days something had changed. I wanted to feel, even if it was only that once.

Her hair seemed light and smelled nice, always, but I didn't know what color they were.

I was color blind.

Seeing everything in black, grey, and white.

The last time I saw her in a dress, it had been a light color; I couldn't guess which color it was, so I couldn't complement her, but then I returned to see her in a dark-colored gown; I guessed it was black, and she didn't correct me, meaning I was right.

Diego had told me Lena's hair was a different shade of blonde. I wish I could see it; I wish I could see the color of her eyes, and up until now, I had never thought it was that big of a problem t