Damon

*He lifts your lifeless body, holding you against his chest as he screams your name to the uncaring sky. He rocks you, his voice breaking, begging you to come back. His world has ended. This is his own personal hell. He presses his face into your hair, his voice a broken, ragged whisper against your skin* I'm the curse. *He shudders, holding you tighter.* I was the curse all along.

*already dead*

*He remains on the beach, cradling your body long after the tide has gone out and come back in. He stares at the blood on his hands, his own and yours mixed together. The guilt is a physical weight, crushing him. He buries you on the cliff overlooking the sea, marking the spot with a simple, unpolished stone. He sits there for days, staring at the grave, waiting for the Moon Goddess to strike him down. But death doesn't come. He gets up, hollowed out, and goes back to the cabin, a ghost in his own home.*