Damon's POV
I guess I am a monster after all, ain't I?
Her question had thrown me off guard. I didn't think of her as a monster, but she did scare me a little. I wondered if she said that out of sheer desperation of wanting to save my life, or if she truly meant it.
I glanced at her sleeping silhouette and sighed. The clock read 02:01am.
I wondered why she didn't join me in the room. Was she pulling away from me? I hated the mere thought of that.
I knew the past few months had been traumatic for Ivy; she didn't want to show it but there were cracks. I blamed myself for that.
I was too self-absorbed to realize that she wasn't doing okay. She'd been there for me during difficult times, but I couldn't do the same for her. It was all my fault.
It couldn't have been easy; my coma, my amnesia, Mom's death, her pregnancy. It must have been a lot for her to bear alone.
