~DAMON~
Fuck.
Fuck. f**k. f**k.
This should not hurt this much. It should not f*****g hurt like this. Marrying Anya was supposed to solve everything. It was supposed to make things better. Not worse.
But it was worse. Wasn't it?
Dante had just stormed out of the house, and I could feel his pain. He was my brother; of course, I could feel his pain. He was hurting, and so was I. But for completely different reasons. He was in despair because of Anya, and I was in pain because of Clarissa.
I didn't want to be the reason he was like this. I didn't want to hurt my brother. And I sure as hell didn't want to hurt Clarissa. But what the hell was the right thing to do? What other choice could I have made to make things better?
I knew from the start that Dante would have reacted badly to
