Sera's Point of View
I stood outside Damon's door, my hand raised to knock, hesitation making me freeze.
What was I even doing here? He'd made it clear he didn't want to hear my explanation. That he'd already decided what he believed.
But the thought of him in pain, spiraling alone—
I knocked.
The sound of shattering porcelain answered me. Then silence.
I pushed the door open slowly.
The room was a disaster. Broken glass and ceramic littered the floor. Furniture overturned. And in the center of it all, Damon sat on the edge of his bed, a bottle of whiskey dangling from his hand.
He looked up when I entered, his eyes unfocused. Drunk. I'd never seen him like this.
"You came," he said, his voice slurred slightly.
"Jace said you needed me." I stepped carefully over the broken pieces
