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~DAMON~ The guests were already arriving, but there was still no sign of Clarissa. I kept looking at the door, hoping to see her, but disappointment kept on hitting me when I saw everyone except her. I knew I didn't leave things on good terms between us. I couldn't sleep last night. She was all I could think about. Getting engaged to Anya hadn't even crossed my mind once. Clarissa had taken over my thoughts, and I knew it would be that way for a long, long time. Nothing could erase her from my mind, not even myself. I couldn't get her words out of my head. She thought that I had no feelings for her. She thought that I wanted to be with Anya and not her. She doesn't realize how wrong she is. I wanted to correct her. I wanted to tell her the truth, but I knew that if I did, she wouldn't