Katherine stared at Damien. She didn't know what to think after hearing what he had said to her. He was still a teenager when they first met but when she recalled that fateful night she remembered that he looked so sure about holding the gun in his hand. He surely didn't look like it was his first time.
'I'm just as damaged as you are.'
Somehow, his words were both sad and beautiful. They were two imperfect souls with imperfect pasts trying to make sense of how they can be perfect for each other.
She never expected anything from him. And even after hearing his confession just like she did, a part of her felt lighter—that Damien could understand what she was going through. But could he understand her guilt of taking innocent lives?
The two just looked at each other and before Katherine could stop herself, she had already leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his frame.
