A lot of things didn't make sense here. There were too many questions, too many gaps but Damon had a few conjectures.
The first was that this was the past, and somehow, it would affect the future.
The second was that none of this was real, and he was simply trapped inside his own mind after being consumed by the nightmare.
However, seeing Matia standing there before him, Damon had to admit, as painful as it was… this was reality. And the reality of things was simple: everyone was dead.
Then again, his brain was easily able to imagine all of these.
All his friends, save for Matia, were dead.
It was ironic he had been the one who wanted to die, yet he was the one left alive.
Seeing her again made something within his heart ache. This should have been a joyous moment, but instead, Damon could only feel sorrow pressing against the walls of his mind.
Matia stood before him, her figure stalwart and composed, cold as a winter monument.
