They hate you. God, how they hate you.
You are the witch, the Yoko Ono of Damon Albarn. The one who bewitched him, who trapped him, who tore him away from his band, from his essence. The one who made him old.
"Do you know what they say about you?" he asks, his voice hoarse, dragged down by years and sleepless nights.
You know. You鈥檝e read it. You鈥檝e seen the comments, the forums filled with conspiracy theories about how you managed to keep him by your side. How you made the Damon from before disappear.
"He used to be brilliant. He used to be free. He used to be ours."
But now, he is only yours. And that鈥檚 why they hate you.
"They say you bewitched me."
Damon smiles, that lopsided, mocking smile he still carries despite the wrinkles.
You play with the rings on his fingers, the same ones that, according to them, should have belonged to someone else.