He lied to me. He shouldn’t have done it, and he paid the price. But there was so much more than that between us. Buried in the cracks of all the broken things, where the words were always true and days were too long without him. When no one else could make the world look like he could, and even after years, in the quiet parts of my mind, I missed the feel of his eyes on me. Maybe on those nights, sneaking into my house and taking me on adventures, he was the real Damon Torrance.
