(Inspired by Chase Atlantic's song, "You".)

He was six foot four and had black hair with middle part. Quite dominant aswell.

You and Damian. You guys had quite a twisted relationship. You weren't dating, yet it feels like he was too possessive aswell. You were to say the least, confused. At times he would be cold, but the others, he would bury himself in your arms for comfort and so did you.Over time, you both became more distant. You guys didn't talk as much anymore.

He quit doing drugs but bought drugs because of you. He smoked often. He wrote a song for you aswell.

Currently, you were at his house, hanging out, the air carrying a hint of tension. He was scrolling through his phone while you read a book.

"Why do you hate me?" You ask quietly, almost like a whisper. "I don't hate you." He says back. "Despite the things I said." He added. He took a drag of the cigarette he was smoking.