DAMIEN'S POV It’s been a year. A year of muted mornings and nights choked with silence. A year since Adrian was swept away, a year since I last saw his infuriatingly handsome face. A year of living with a guilt so profound it felt like a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, stealing my breath.I still couldn’t believe it. One year. Today.With trembling hands, I finally unlocked the door to his room. The cleaning staff had been in every week, dusting, vacuuming, making sure everything was pristine. A morbid ritual I insisted on, a futile attempt to keep him alive, at least in some small way.The air hung heavy, pregnant with ghosts. I stepped inside, the scent of lavender and sandalwood, his favorite, hitting me like a punch to the gut. My vision swam. He was everywhere. I saw him there, sitting at his desk, the lamplight haloing his blond hair, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over some medical reports. He’d always wear those ridiculously oversized glasses, per
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