DAMIAN'S POV
I was in my car, gasping for air. I had a mild anxiety attack back in there. Once, I composed myself, I took out one of the diary, flipping through pages after pages, trying to find something... anything to do with the TRISKELIONS. This diary was written, 1997... the year my parents met.
They used to tell me stories about how they met and how they fell in love. The places they went to, the moments they shared. But in here...
It was nothing like what they said.
22nd September 1997
Dear diary,