"May I present, DAMIAN WAYNE!" The announcer hollered,

The camera shifted to Damian, who was sitting in front of a piano

"Damian.." Marinette heartbroken voice still echoed in his head.. it was his fault.

If he'd never cheated.. Marinette had been the perfect girlfriend.. but sometimes he wanted more

Sure, he'd been an asshole to her, but he thought she knew better then that.

Marinette was supposed to be strong not suicidal

He'd assumed he'd be fine without her.. after all.. she was only one girl..

Damian missed her more then anything.

Damian had turned to alcohol after Marinette's untimely demise.. knowing that because of his faults, his one love, his one real love was dead.

Despite his best efforts, Damian couldn't help but she her, his perfect Marinette, every time he closed his eyes.

It really was his fault, wasn't it.

Everyone he'd loved..

With all that he's done, Damian was surprised he'd been asked to speak at her funeral.

As if Marinette's death wasn't his fault..

"Marinette was my one true love.. I just didn't know it until it was too late. She was sweet, and loving, and trusting, forgiving.."

Damian knows that closing his eyes, sleeping, drinking the pain away, none of it works.

He sees her every time he closes his eyes.

Damian misses his Marinette.

Damian would have traded the world for her.

Instead he broke hers.