Chapter 10

Authors POV

**_THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON_**

Damon sat in his office, a pencil in his mouth and a light sheet of paper on the table. He was sketching on it in light shades, and soon, a familiar frame began to appear.

It was her again.

He discarded the paper immediately.

It made him annoyed. Why couldn't he get her out of his head, no matter how he tried to? She stuck on him like a tattoo, and he couldn't rub her off.

During the last few weeks, she was there; he had grown restless without her. Right now, it was taking all his willpower not to go to her, knowing she was just a drive away from him.

**What is so special about her? Her softness? Her innocence? Or maybe it is my obsession to break her hope.

He remembered her broken whispers the day before.

'I haven't done it before.'

It had melted him. But then again, wasn't that another game added to his toxic collection?

Recently, he started doing st