Damon.
I watched Willow’s retreating figure as she went up the stairs. I can’t believe that I had to fumble everything this way. I had practiced my words, how I was going to talk to her, let her know how sorry I was yet I failed.
I was used to be dominant to her, acting as if I don’t like her. And it was just like what Lily had said, Willow isn’t her father. They are two different people, she has a soft heart and I can’t believe that I am just finding out.
Blinded by rage and anger, I didn’t let myself see the type of soul that she is, that she has been. I am not being fair to her, one would say that I decided to get back with her, just because I was told that a part of Zara lives in her and Zara wants me happy.
It isn’t that way; it can never be that way. I hit the table, making th
