You make my heart beat faster, you'll be by my side till the day I die…
That was what Damon wanted to tell Sylvia.
That was what he wished—what he ached—to tell her.
But could someone like him even deserve her? Could someone who had done the things he's done even dream of being happy?
He could've made the excuse that he was emotionally immature—that he didn't understand what Sylvia meant to him.
But that would've been a lie.
Damon had figured it out. Long before she even realized it herself.
At first, it must've been nothing more than a childish crush. Just a curious glance at the boy who stood so differently from the rest—so distant from her world.
She was curious. Maybe she thought she saw something more beneath the grime and jagged edges of who he was.
He was standoffish. Reckless. A little insane. With no regard for anyone—not even himself.
Yet somewhere along the line, as her feelings deepened…
Damon began to change.
