Damien blinked, staring at the plain cream ceiling, as the sound of the fan rotating slowly echoed in his ears. A tear rolled down the side of his face, and fell on top of his pillow, leaving a stain.
"Why are you crying?" A voice asked him, and he turned his head to find his mother sitting beside him. She looked happy, her skin was glowing, and there was a gentle smile on her face.
Damien looked away again, fixing his gaze at the ceiling.
"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head slightly.
"My beautiful boy," Selene said softly, shifting closer to him. She placed her hand on his forehead, and began to caress it gently. "You can tell me."
"I..." Damien whispered, but his throat felt irritated due to the held back sobs. He turned his face to the side, away from her, as he sniffed, an
