MONA
It was just 4:am in the morning. Mona had just got done with the shower, she dressed herself up and quickly carried her luggage.
She walked into Damon's office. She just wanted to visit each room that she had a memory of. Mona stared at the ring she had been wearing for almost a year now.
Tears ran down her cheeks. Knowing she had gradually succumbed to defeat only made her cry even more. If only she had known the day this would come, maybe she would have been able to avoid it. But it was impossible to know the activities of the next day, or the day after.
