Damon remained on his knees as tears ran down his cheeks. He thought of all the times he spent with Alexia. He thought of the kisses he stole from her. They had spent the previous night together. He had kissed her like she was all he ever wanted. He knew that he was in love with her. He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. She was everything that he wanted. She completed him. She made him whole again. After all, she had been given to him by the moon goddess herself. How then could someone so perfect and great be the killer that he had been looking for this whole time? How could she be the one he sought this whole time?
Ryan walked over to his side and placed his palm on his shoulder. "I got you man," Ryan told him.
Damon raised his head and looked to up at Ryan. "Ryan, am I some kind of joke?" Damon asked him.
