"No, no.. It can't be." I kept shaking my head, not wanting to believe what had befallen my little friend.
Damian cupped my face with his palms, forcing me gently to look at him. When I saw the look in his eyes - a mixture of sadness, gentleness, and a hint of desperation, I couldn't lie to myself anymore and I broke down in his arms.
“She had suffered the same way I did, but no one had helped her. I didn’t help her,” I choked on my words.
“Shh.. Baby girl. It wasn’t your fault.” Damian comforted me, his hands went up and down my back.
“If I had remembered about her sooner, if I had asked you and the polices to search for her sooner, she wouldn’t have died. This is all my fault.” I sobbed in his arms.
“Baby girl, it wasn’t your fault. None of it was your fault. As much as we want to save people, sometimes we just can’t. But you have done everything you can, Baby girl.” His voice was soothing.
“But you had saved me. And I hadn’t saved her.” I sobbed again.
