Confession

Roman’s POV

"Hey, man." I greeted as Damien walked in with his boxing gloves hooked around his arms, and a water bottle in his other hand.

We were in a private gym downtown to catch up on everything that's been going on in each other's lives.

"Greece really did great on your skin. It's no longer as pale as a vampire's and you somewhat look slightly human. Welcome back, my friend." He clapped my back before placing his boxing gloves down, and climbing onto the treadmill.

"Yeah, I guess so. Nana said the same thing, so how has everything been?" I muttered, delivering a jab to the punching bag hanging in front of me.

"I've been confused and quite stressed about everything lately, and I also feel like the worst scum on earth." He gritted out as the speed of the treadmill increased.

I stopped punching the punching bag for a second and stood with my hands akimbo, "What happened, man? Did your mother-in-law say something to you again?"

Damien's wife, Chloe, died about five years ago from ch