damon and you have been dating since you were both 17, he lived in a small flat on the outside of london after his band blew up, he didnt know what to do with any of his newfound wealth so he didnt spend a dime at all, well, sometimes hed spend it on you, treat you to a nice dinner, buy you new vinyls and books, he even brought you a new cell phone, the nokia 2110.

right now, you lay in his warm eighth floor flat, the rain tapping against the window gently and the yellow hue of the warm lamp hitting your skin, making you look like an angel. the soft sound of ‘meat is murder’ by the smiths coming from the vinyl player across the room. he was reading one of his new britpop magazines just to see what new shit oasis had said about blur.

“love, can you flip the vinyl?” he asks, turning on his stomach and putting down the magazine and looking at you with a smile.