"You were at her funeral." Zayne was stunned by the sentence Damien spoke as if he was Zayne's father. Who was Damien to him too?
"Who are you?" He asked Damien. Zayne was standing in front of Damien with his eyes peering into your other person's eyes. He just couldn't help but ask that question.
"You don't want to know. You won't believe me even if I tell you." Damien stated, but this didn't make Zayne deterred in his resolve. He wanted to know. He knew if Damien didn't speak up, then he would never get this chance again.
He was a ghost Zayne could never get his hands on. Damien face curved into a smile. "Where did you get this stubbornness from?" Damien chimed.
"Are you going to talk or not?" Zayne urged Damien. Damien took a step back as a long sigh left his lips. he gazed down at Zayne. Whenever he was reminded that he was a father it seemed ridiculous in his ears.
