LAYLA’S POV
I stare up at him with my tear patched face, searching his face as he was looking everywhere but my face.
I grab his face softly and turn his face towards me.
“It’s okay Damien….you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” I soothe.
He shakes his head frantically and a tear falls to the ground, he sniffs before he speaks.
“I want to tell you….but I don’t know where to begin… Layla…I don’t…” He trails off as his knees buckle unable to hold him up. My arms wrap around him on impulse, trying to hold him up, but he was too big.
“Damien… careful” I strain. But he had gotten too weak to stand.
“Come on, Damien….” I strain again, as the clouds begin to gather, and thunderclap ring through the sky.
A sob racks through his body as his tears freely flow, practically openi
