It was the same familiar memory of that same day of the same kind old man.
Damon sighed when he saw the memory return. His heart felt cold. He was tired. He was tired of seeing it, of reliving it. His shoulders sagged and his burned chest rose and fell in a rough rhythm.
The day he had killed Carmen Vale.
"What a pain .. its like every single entity that wants to fuck with me mentally resorts to the same tired old trick … don't you have something original.."
He spat the words out, his jaw tightening, his fingers twitching with irritation. Guilt was not what filled him now. What Damon felt was anger.
What the hell. It was like the whole world was trying its best to make sure he never forgot that day.
"So what I screwed up…. I always screw up ….. nothing new there … I was wrong back then I admit it I accept my own weakness.."
