Chapter twenty five

Zirah’s POV

My bedroom door slams shut with a reverberating crash. I stand still for a moment, my hands shaking and knees trembling as the realization of what I just did hits me like a freight train. I can't believe I did that. It was stupid and reckless ..and stupid. And now my heart is nothing but fragments of agony at the fact that I could cause such pain to Damon.

I realized that Damon was right, despite how much he has shown that he cares for me, I still didn't trust him completely and continued to doubt him.

The assault of emotions was instantaneous. An invisible weight crushes me, and I sink to the floor in an agonizing heap. I cover my face with my hands as if that would stop the raging waterfall of tears from falling. But it flows freely, rivers of water mixed with a healthy dose of guilt and pain that seems to seep deep into my bones. It was like my chest was hacked with jagged-edged knives, claws digging their way deeper and deeper until it consumed me entirely.

My mind is