Damon | Blacks | Secret
READING AGE 18+
He set fire to the world around him, but he never let the flame touch her. Maybe we are all villains, it just depends on who's telling the story. Well perhaps, I was the one telling the story, not a sad story, not a story with a happy ending.
A basic story. A story that deserves to be told. Because he was my light, a light I didn't know would blow out so quickly. A light. My light.
Life is such a beautiful lie yet so toxic. So, addicting that you believe it's valuable only to eventually realise it's all for nothing. I was everything to him, the light to his dark, the sun to his moon, I was a part of him and he lost me and I can no longer find myself.
Our story mightn't be the most romantic or the most desirable, but it's a story I could tell a million times without getting tired. So, get ready for a ride, put your seat belts on, grab your tissues and make sure not to be distracted.
Because I'm going to tell you the story of him.
Damon Black.
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"Damon, we need to clean this ho-" without a second, I see him ruching down the stairs, slipping on his leather jacket on the way. "Is everything okay?"
"I need to go." He notifies me, he pulls open the door and leaves without a second. Fine! I guess I'll clean by myself then. I roll my eyes and grab myself a laundry basket, I……
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