"Umm!" The pain that engulfed him was too much to bear. There was a part of him that would like to give up, wanting to end his suffering.
However, something held him from succumbing to the blackness that seemed to call to him.
Images?
Fragments of memories?
Happy moments, but he guessed not all, as grief and despair overshadowed his every thought.
Why would he want to live when all he felt was pain? Not the physical ones but the pain of disappointments. The dismay of his mistakes.
"I love you." It was a distant voice that whispered in his ears. It was faint but very familiar. It was calling to him.
"Damon," Her voice reached out to him, soliciting a response. "I love you." She repeated.
Then, the image of her flashed before his eyes. Her smile seemed to brighten the darkness shrouding over him. Her words seemed to bring him hope as he fought for his every breath.
