Water from the shower on the ceiling cascaded down on Damien, cooling his head from the painful reminder of that night that he had last seen his father. His hands pressed against the wall in front of him while his head hung low, letting the water fall down on his toned body.
Whenever the past caught up to him, he'd feel an ache in his chest, and it would linger for far longer than he'd want it to be. It had been many years, and yet the guilt still clawed at him. Caleb was the only one who truly knew about how he felt over the years. And every year, his friend would just sit with him and share a drink, no questions—just company.
Damien had heard from his friend several times that it wasn't his fault—just like what Katherine told him just now, but even so, he couldn't help but blame himself for it. No matter how many times he heard the same words, there was always that regret and guilt. It got better over time, but the numbing pain is still there.
