ROSE & DAMIEN - TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTION OF CHARACTER DEATH
Avoiding Graeves House for as long she had, meant that Rose hadn't seen Damien for awhile. As weird as it sounded, she'd completely forgotten how closely he resembled Christian. His voice and his mannerisms were different. Damien was a very different person from Christian, but faced with him now, Rose still froze as the shock in their physical similarities hit her. If she'd still been holding the tray of food, she would have dropped it. As it was, her face registered both shock and guilt as her eyes took in those familiar features that he and Christian had shared. Rose could never truly forget what she'd done, but now it all came rushing back more intensely than usual.
For a moment, Rose couldn't find her voice. She has to clench her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. Seeing Damien wearing Christian's face was like seeing a ghost. It took every ounce of control she had to wipe that expression from her face and to make herself smile. Even then, the smile was a weak one and when she nodded in acknowledgement of his thanks, the gesture was stuff. It would be rude to turn and run from him, but that was exactly what she wanted to do.
"It wasn't just me. Regina did most of the work," she managed, finally. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, as if it was someone else speaking instead of her.
Not Christian. He's not Christian, she told herself silently, trying to keep herself from going into a full on panic attack right then and there. She just had to make it through a moment's polite conversation and then she could go. Surely, she could manage that much.