• DREVON •
Torture.
It had been pure torture for days, my own mind eating away at me until there was nothing left to gnaw on.
I couldn't bear to see her because I failed her. I couldn't protect her from Damon, not while he held significance in her life.
It killed me that there was nothing more I could do except live with the fact that Damon will always be there, in more ways than I feared. When I witnessed the scene of him feeding her blood, it ruined me.
What destroyed me more was the look of pain and regret in the eyes. It wasn't her fault; it was mine. She hated herself, and I never wanted that for her.
I failed her.
So I let her walk away even when my hand moved to take hers, but I didn't act on time. I left her alone, tormenting myself with my failures. I was her husband, what kind of husband would I be if I could not shield her from anything that may harm her? If I cannot be there when she's in pieces or trying to grasp a nature she never asked for?
