He would always be home to me.
“I love you, Damien.”
Lifting his head, he kissed me. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You know that, right?”
“Yes…” I smiled, returning his love. Nothing existed in that moment but him and me. No one else mattered, and my whole world was right here.
Right in this room.
I loved him.
I’d always loved him. And there was no doubt in my mind that Damien felt the same way.
This was the beginning.
Our beginning, and nothing or nobody could ever take it away. Not after tonight. He made love to me countless times, unable to satiate himself with my body. Until he let me fall asleep in his arms, in his world. As if I was his whole life, too. He held me so tight like he never wanted to let me go. At some point in the darkness, I felt him thrust back inside me. I was exhausted and sore, but it still felt so right. It almost felt like I was in and out of a dream. Except this time his love making felt different.
More vulnerable.
More powerless.
More urgent and frantic.
“Damien,” I murmured, trying to open my eyes.
“Shhh… Muñeca… I’m here… Shhh… I’m here…”
Those words always soothed me, no matter if I was awake or asleep.
“I love you… I fucking love you…” he added in a desperate, desolate plea that I would remember for the rest of my life.
The next thing I knew I startled awake the following morning. Something woke me from a dead sleep. The front door maybe. I rolled over, letting it all sink in.
As soon as I saw her, I knew.
To the depths of my soul, I knew.
Yuly.
With a card that read, “Happy Birthday, Muñeca. I’ve never been your hero, but you have always been mine.”
My heart exploded.
I died right then and there.
He wasn’t trying to start a future with me. What I thought was our beginning was actually our end.
Our night.
The night, he spent hours worshipping me was his way of saying…
Goodbye.
Forever.
I’ve told you from the beginning of my story that I was nothing but a fucking monster.
At least now, you can’t call me a liar…