Damon walked over and picked up the bouquet, his face emotionless as he took a sniff.
I was taken aback, blurting out, "Last time I saw you holding flowers was our wedding day, and you looked terrible."
Only I knew how I felt that day.
Damon exuded nothing but repulsion towards me. When he presented me with the bouquet, his eyes were devoid of warmth, as if he was handing me a knife instead.
Everyone else was happy for me then. Luna and my parents included. Despite knowing that my love was unrequited, they were happy that I managed to marry Damon.
My heart was torn between joy and sorrow, unable to fully describe my feelings.
Damon, still holding the flowers, froze for a second as if lost in thought.
"Why bring up something from so long ago?" He asked.
I didn't know.
Memories have a way of resurfacing when you least expect it.
I didn't answer Damon's question, instead telling him, "Those flowers were from Catherine."
