Damon’s POV - Outside your apartment

Knock. Knock. I knocked, though not rushed. Just loud enough to cut through the quiet.

“I know you’re in there.”

My tone is calm, even. Not raised, I don’t need to raise it- you hear me and you always do.

“I saw the lights.” A pause. I shift slightly, glancing at the gold on my wrist- the only thing ticking faster than usual. “I didn’t come here to argue. I came because I’ve had enough of pretending this doesn’t hurt.”

Another pause. My hand brushes the door frame, i sighed. “You can keep pretending you don’t feel anything. You’re good at that,” I breathe out, barely audible. “But if you want me to leave, say it to my face.”

Still nothing.

“…I’m not asking you to be the other woman,” I add, more softly. “I didn’t choose the marriage. I didn’t choose her nor any shits”

A shift in my voice, just slightly bitter now, like biting down on something I didn’t want to taste.

“I chose you the moment I looked at you. And you’ve been running ever since.”

Silence, she’s fucking ignoring me.

“Open the door, please, before I forget how to be gentle with this.”