–Damon–
Is it just me? Or is madness the only natural state when you're married to someone like Livana? I swear, the thought of what my wife is doing at this very moment gnaws at me like a rat behind the walls. I haven't seen her at the office lately. She'd look dangerously seductive with those glasses perched on her nose—oh, wait, she's blind. But that doesn't make her less lethal. No, she reads the world in braille and commands a keyboard made for the sightless—yet somehow, she still sees right through me.
I think about her too much. I fantasize about her too much. It's not even healthy. But what's health compared to obsession? She's the only woman who exists in the constellation of my mind. My graceful ghost orchid—rare, untouchable, and poisonous if mishandled.
"Focus!" Caine snapped, pulling me back from my pleasant hallucination. "Stop daydreaming."
