Chapter 41- Therapy
DAMON~
"Can we go back?"
"How far?"
"Six years, to the night she left.", Her answer left me with a chill as my mind traveled back to the events of the moonlit gala.
"I don’t want to," I answered, my voice low with shame.
"Which means that’s probably where we should go." She insisted, crossing her legs and tightening her hold on her notepad "Tell me about that night.", my chest tightened as I opened my mouth to speak.
"I don’t remember." I lied. She stared at me before a small smile crossed her lips.
"Damon." She called, I raised my head to face her and she flashed a warm smile at me "Things like this can be painful to talk about but that’s exactly why you need to talk about them." she explained, hearing her words, I took in a deep breath and sat up straight.
"It’s just— When I think about that night, it makes me remember that I don’t deserve her forgiveness."
"Do you want to be forgiven?"
"Is that relevant?"