Nessa's point of view:
It's been two days since Damon's death and yet it seems like it all happened today. The memory is fresh and keeps me awake at night while it haunts me during the day.
Sadly, It's quite funny how I keep hoping for a miracle, that somehow Damon comes back to life. What a huge fantasy, I sniffed and tugged at my hair while looking out the hospital window.
Damn you, goddess!
I cursed for the umpteenth time already. I curse her over and over and over till there's no profanity left to vomit out. All this was because of her! What had Damon done wrong except been born into the Claire clan? He didn't deserve to die. Why did he have to die?
I feel completely useless. I was his cure, right? I was supposed to be the one who broke the curse. But what happened? I failed it all and now the man I love is nowhere to be found.
