Most days, Damian kept busy enough to ward off thoughts of Skye. Nights were different. At night, he had no defense. He lay in bed with a hunger so wide and so vast that he felt himself get swallowed up in it. Nothing, not even the Lucky Strike box under his pillow, could keep him from falling into the soul-sucking hole in the center of his heart.
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