Great story author, I. enjoying it a lot. A little bit of clean up is needed I'm this passage, though. You've got some repeated sentences.
"How are you feeling today? Is the dizziness better?" Jones asked some routine questions as usual. I answered him briefly, but I kept thinking back to the night when Damon threw the negatives on me and walked away. Luna didn't know how to react either. She had witnessed my humbleness in front of Damon for ten years. She always thought Damon treated me like an enemy. She stood up and said to me, "I'm going to go think." After she left, I was alone in the room, holding the negatives and sinking into deep thought. I felt like I was in a dream. Could it be that I misunderstood Damon? Could it be that he wasn't as cold and heartless as I thought? These thoughts were swirling in my mind, and I didn't know what to do. Luna was also confused. She had witnessed my humbleness in front of Damon for ten years. She always thought that Damon was treating me like an enemy. She stood up and said to me, "I'm going to think about it." I was left alone in the room, holding the negatives, immersed in my thoughts. I felt like I was in a dream. Could it be that I misunderstood Damon? Could it be that he wasn't as cold and heartless as I thought? These thoughts were swirling in my mind, and I didn't know what to do. Was it possible that everything I thought about Damon was wrong? That he wasn't as cruel and indifferent as I thought? My mind was a mess. I took a deep breath and tried to sort out my thoughts. Damon had helped me, and he did it for my sake, not for any benefit. This was a fact that I couldn't deny. But what about everything else? What about all the humiliation and indifference I had experienced? I felt like I was stuck in a maze, unable to find the exit. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Maybe I needed some time to figure it out. Maybe I needed to talk to Damon. Or maybe I just needed some space to clear my head. In the end, I decided to keep the negatives and wait. Wait for the right time, wait for Damon, wait for the truth. Perhaps, in the end, everything would be clear, "Think about what?" Jones asked, his hands shoved nonchalantly into the pockets of his white coat, a pair of handsome eyes visible above the face mask. His voice was slightly muffled due to the mask, but it was still utterly captivating. "Think about… what to eat later," Luna blurted out randomly before she hightailed it out of there. "You're getting a divorce?" Jones always had a knack for delivering the most shocking news in the most casual way. I froze, staring at him, "How did you know? Did Damon tell you?" He shrugged, "Yeah, he spilled the beans. It was the night you had your accident. Ariel was there too." Just a moment ago, I was feeling guilty for misunderstanding Damon. But Jones's words quickly wiped out that guilt. Damon apparently wanted the divorce too, or why else would he tell his friends? He was a man of his word. If he said he was going to divorce, then he definitely would. I bowed my head, "Yes, we're getting a divorce. I decided not to take any of his property in the divorce as a thank you for him saving me." Jones, with a hint of amusement in his voice, said, "Congrats." "Congrats on my divorce?" I glared at him, "Maybe you should save your congratulations for when I remarry."
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