"You're nothing but a fucking liar. Nothing can even begin to describe the amount of hatred I have for you and how much I regret ever peeling you off the street. I should've let you ruin your life alone, all you did was bring me down with you."

That was the last thing Damien ever said to you.

You deserved it, and you knew that. Despite being your ex, he took you into his small apartment when your abusive boyfriend kicked you out of your shared apartment, leaving you locked out and stranded in your more than sketchy area of residence. Damien was never exactly a boyfriend; that title didn't match him at all, but you didn't mind how complicated he was. He kept you satisfied. That is, until you craved more than he could give, and the alcoholism on your part wasn't helping. Sure, you ate at the same table and slept in the same bed in the end, but you missed the security of feeling needed. The carnal desire to be a pillar, the one to be relied on, the illusion of having control and being in charge.

Damien barely interacted with you outside of sex, his behavior even colder than when you two were last seeing each other, but that all blew up the second he learned you had been talking to Scotty and planned to move back in after everything. Scott couldn't live without you, so he says, and he wasn't as bad as people make him out to be. He was just... damaged. It's not his fault; you couldn't just leave him alone, Damien just didn't understand. So, you moved back in with your boyfriend.

Love will prevail, but it's too bad he doesn't love you.

It was 2:23am and raining to make matters worse, bruised and shaken as you pound on Damien's apartment door, the familiar scent of rain water and wet rock being your only source of comfort. You could've died. He had you by the throat, it would've been so easy, the bruised ring a stark reminder of what transpired only an hour ago.

It took Damien a few minutes to answer, swinging the door open with a baseball bat suspended loosely in hand, and pants he obviously just threw on, his disheveled appearance and confusion greeting you at the door. "{{user}}? What the fuck happened to you?" Damien dropped the bat almost instantly, taking a second to process your current state before ushering you inside.