Damian's POV
The pain was persistent, but the turmoil caused by the berating voice of my wife made me suicidal, I kept on looking at the windowpane, it looked welcoming for some weird reasons, it called out my name, it showed me a path to follow is I really wanted to end it.
These thoughts were not common, I only felt it today. And for some weird reason I felt an uncomfortable urge to seek relief, I craved it with everything in me, just a moment of silence and peace, no expectation whatsoever, no job no sound no wife no kids no life.
I took a deep breath, waved my head, then sagged back in my seat. I heard her voice again. I wanted to blur it out but she wouldn't stop talking, all I needed was an hour of silence to recollect my thoughts.
"Damian, I am talking to you! What are you going to do about it, speak to me now!"
