18| cries

Damon

"Cause you've hurt me once, and you've hurt me twice. But I'm not upset," - Jahmiel, Kiss my love goodbye

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For once I had actually felt free. I felt like an entire weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I felt so much more better.

It didn't feel like I was telling a simple stranger.

But I would've never have expected her to tell me that she'd say yes to marriage. If I'd gotten the chance I don't know if I would take it.

But I know inside of all that anger and that pain, I knew I'd do it. I didn't care if she was going to be married with my brother. He doesn't love her like I do, he doesn't appreciate, nor does he ever make time for her. He doesn't care for her.

But even so, I'm not any different.

"Tell me about you." I said and was welcomed with a humorless chuckle from her. "I thought you 'knew me'?"she stated.

"I'm a princess aren't I? I've never gone through any pain, everything was easy for me, I was handed everything. Damon that's your image of me, you've built that image and I'm really compressed because damn it's the opposite of what I really am." She said calmly. "I'm not going to scream at you because it's not worth it. I've never given you anything for you to think these things of me but you have that image anyways." She sighed and sat upright, her back facing me. "How can I ever really accept that you feel something towards me if you have this image of me? It's kinda sad if you think about it real hard. But maybe I am wrong, maybe those feelings you had a year ago, are all faded and gone."

"You don't know me Damon," she whispered and standing up. I watched as she proceeded to walk back to the motorcycle.

"I'm ready to go."

And that brought me to now. Her words kept replaying in my head.

Almost everything she said was true. Almost. I still love her. No matter how many times I had built that image that I knew wasn't her, I'd still love her. I created that image to end this love but it was all useless in the end.

I would still love her.

I ran a hand over my face and closed my eyes, releasing a sigh.

I needed to get my shit together. I should stop lying to her and I should stop lying to myself. My head shot up and I looked over my phone and saw it was 2am.

Shit.

She is most probably asleep. But what if she isn't?

What do you mean, of course she's asleep. She's a night owl.

Another part of me said.  I sighed and slipped on my shoes. I was already dressed in a black sweatpants so I simply wore a black v neck sweater and stared at myself in the mirror.

You can do this.

I rushed out of my room and went on to her floor. Once I was out of the elevator, I knew I was on her floor. I took a deep breathe when I stood at her.

My heart was beating out of my chest and I didn't think before I did anything. Without knocking, I opened the door and welcomed myself in.

My eyes dropped to what she was dressed in immediately and at that exact moment, my own heart dropped.

She hadn't seen me yet as she stared at herself in the mirror. The white dress hugged her body as she stared it. She looked down before her eyes landed on me.

"D- Damon?"