"Don't push me away, Elisa."

"Is this good or bad?"

Damien couldn't tell which of the answers to choose. It was hard for him to come to a conclusion. He was pacing her living room. It was already late in the night. And she had been gone from the living room since about twenty minutes ago. He had no idea what she might be up to. He didn't seem to worry about that much. He was only worried about himself. Worried about how he was going to handle this.

"Should I feel happy or sad?"

He wove the questions, hunting at the same idea. He didn't seem to arrive at the answer that he so wanted. He stopped pacing.

"Why now? Why now that things are beginning to go out of hand? Would I be able to protect her?"

He shut the doors of his eyes. To think that he was doubting himself was a slap across his own face. Yet he couldn't help but nurse it. He was being frank and realistic.

"Can I be there for her when she needs me?"

He asked another question spawned off the first.

"It's already trouble enough being there for Jada. Now t