Chapter 26 Damian
Her skin was warm beneath my fingers—soft, breakable.
My grip was steady, even as her throat trembled beneath it. And still, I couldn’t let go.
I saw her—her eyes, her tears, her pain. All of it haunted me. Even now, while I held her.
Those eyes would haunt me until I rotted.
I didn’t want to kill her.
I wanted to hold her.
Possess her.
Forever.
And this, this grip, was all I had left.
If I let go, I’d lose her.
If I held on, I’d lose myself.
Either way, something had to die — and I prayed it wouldn’t be her.
But the more I tried to hold her, the more she slipped through my hands.
And still, I couldn’t stop.
Because she wasn’t just my weakness. She was my undoing.
And my beginning.
She shattered every part of me I’d ever convinced myself was under control.
“My eyes…” I whispered, cold as ice, “…will be the last ones you ever look into.”
The End