What if this was it?
What if this stupid, messy, bloody summer was the last thing I ever got?
What if my entire life just ended like this?
No answers. No goodbye. No nothing.
Just dirt and blood and darkness and regrets eating me alive while the whole world kept spinning like I didn’t even matter.
What if Damon bled out back there and nobody even found him?
What if my pups—oh Goddess, my pups—what if they never even made it to see the moon because some lunatic with a grudge thought killing babies was fair revenge?
The whole time I just kept thinking about every stupid thing at once.
Then I heard it.
At first it did not even make sense.
Moans. Not pain moans either. Not someone-dying moans. Someone was f*****g.
“f**k! That’s it!”
Then there was another cry, high-pitched and bre
