The house was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock. I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten until the numbers on my phone changed to 1:17 AM.
My eyes burned from crying, but sleep refused to come. The couch felt uncomfortable now, but I didn’t move.
Going upstairs meant facing Damien again and right now I didn’t know if I had the strength for another conversation that might end the same way the others had tonight.
I wiped my cheeks again and stared at the television screen. Maybe I should just sleep here, maybe tomorrow things would feel different.
The noise coming from the stairs interrupted my thoughts, my head lifted slowly and Damien stood in the doorway, his hair was messy like he’d been running his hands through it, and he looked half-awake.
When his eyes landed on m
