The Story of US, and the Mistakes that Almost Ruined it All

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Aimee and Damon were lovers from the start. With a passion so undeniable, that everyone wants to destroy them. Especially Melissa Harlot, the school whore who's been after Damon for years now. Although there love is strong, and "unbreakable", will their relationship survive the constant rumors and mistakes...? Hearts are broken, trust now wavers, and the consequences could be grave...

Submitted: October 31, 2011

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Present Day: The night that changed everything.

The lights burned low as the winter snow fell on the school grounds. The students were out for winter break, and the only light inside came from the remnants of a burning flame. The remnants of a relationship that no one wanted to work. Well, they got their wish. Hearts were broken that winter night, and people’s inner beings passed away. What was once a romance that had been almost unimaginable now existed as only a pure hatred for the other. You wonder what caused this hatred, so interested reader? Well, it was a man. Don’t problems always lead back to the men of our world? Yes, I would say so. Now, it’s time to take a little detour. A detour to the romance that had existed only hours ago, and had lasted for almost five years. And then, you’ll see the one little mistake that changed it all.

Years Ago, the night I met my so called “soul-mate.” BULL CRAP.

It hadn’t been too long ago, now that I look back upon that day. It was September 25th, 2006. Me, being a girl of such naïve decisions, and such an imaginative mind, would fall for any man who had ever crossed my path. I’d been in many relationships in my short twenty years of life. I’d dated men who had anger issues, bladder problems, OCD issues (the WORST), desperate men, and of course, the men who were just dating me to get into my pants. What can I say? I had issues of my own.

The day I met him, something was different, though. He was different. In a good way, of course. Not in the “I live with my mother and have sex with every woman I meet” kind of way. He was the mysterious type, the one type of male that I had never been in a relationship with. He wasn’t an open book. I couldn’t read him. I couldn’t even realize what it was about him that attracted me to this point. Maybe it was his muscular stance, or possibly his lush brown hair? I don’t know. All I do know is that he was what I wanted, and I was determined to make him mine, for good. Turns out, though, that was the worst decision, of my entire life. NOT joking.

You see, he was everything I wanted. And he played that role quite well, for at least five years, UNTIL that night when he got bored and decided to have sex with the school whore, Melissa Harlot. Oh, wait. I’m skipping too far ahead. Let me get back to the actual story of us before I lose my temper.

Let’s get back to my issues, before I move on. You see, I was a little, how to say it…wishy washy? That may be the word? Yes, I think so. I had been in over thirty relationships in the past five months… Maybe they should make a more detailed word for me? Wishy washy just doesn’t seem to cover it. If you looked up the word unsettled in the dictionary, you’d see a huge picture of me plastered right beside the definition. Yes, it was really THAT bad.

But anyways, yes, he did change me. He truly did. He changed my perspective on everything that I’d believed in. He’d broken me of all of the lies that I’d convinced myself of, all of the torment that I’d put myself through. He was what saved me from the danger of myself.

Now, back to the moment that I met him. It was at a movie theatre. How weird is that? AND he was on a date! Awkward! It all happened by stupid me tripping over my shoelaces, and randomly darting right at him as I stumbled. He, being a gentleman, helped me to catch my balance, and then, at that moment, we just clicked. When we looked into one another’s eyes, it was like magic. No freakin’ lie. Goodness, he was gorgeous. I literally sat there staring into his eyes for like two whole minutes. I was an idiot! I was acting like some obsessed teenage girl whom had never seen a guy in her life. I needed to catch myself, and fast. Too bad I didn’t. I fell just a little too hard, as you can probably already assume. Oh boy, I was in for it.

“What’s your name?” He had spoke in his masculine, yet sheepish voice.

“I’m..umm..my name is…um…” I couldn’t speak, for once in my life.

“You don’t know your own name?” He laughed a little, with a look of amazement, yet confusion.

“Umm…yeah, I do. I just lost my train of thought for a minute. I’m Aimee.” I blushed. Can you say embarrassing?!

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Aimee. I’m Damon. Where are you from?” He asked, casually.

“I’m from…Umm…” I blushed again.

“You forgot where you’re from, too?” A smile crept upon his face, revealing the cutest dimples that I’d ever seen in my entire life.

“It seems so. I’m sorry for all of this. I know I’m rambling. I’m not usually like this, it’s just…” I trailed off.

“It’s just what?” He looked curious, now. Attraction burned within his eyes. I could feel it.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just forget it. I’m just having a rough day.” Why was I sharing my thoughts with a complete stranger?

“Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that, Aimee. Well, I’ve gotta get back to my date, although now, I wish I didn’t.” He winked.

“Well, why’s that?” A grin was just dying to cross my face, but I wouldn’t let it.

“Because I met you. And you’re just, I don’t know… This is all so weird for me. I don’t even know you, and yet, it feels like I do. If this is freaking you out, I totally understand.” He grew quite serious, I realized.

“I feel the exact same way. Like, I was afraid to say anything, but now that you’ve said that, I’m not so worried to feel like that.”

“Exactly. So, do you remember where you’re from now? Because I’d really like to take you out sometime. Or, having your number will do just fine. Then I can contact you.” A grin surged my face now.

“You know, this isn’t like me, but sure.” I randomly grabbed his phone, started typing in digits, and then took a picture of myself to save as my icon. Maybe he’d find that flirtatious? Or just creepy. At that moment, I didn’t care.

I was afraid he’d think that, but then, he did the same thing to my phone. At that point in time, I thought I’d found my match.

Chapter One. Yes, this begins, the day BEFORE the alleged cheating incident.

I was walking down the school pathway, as the cold air brushed up against my back, sending a chill up my spine. Then, a warm hand grasped my shoulder. I jumped, nearly scared to death. Instantly, I turned. It was Damon. Whoo. Good thing it was him. I had a fear of most strangers.

As I faced him, there was something different about his expression. Something more compassionate. But at that moment, I sort of just looked past it. He probably just wanted some sort of reward from me that night or something. That was most definitely NOT gonna happen. He knew my views on sex before marriage, and he knew he’d have to put a ring on my finger before I gave him any goods. Anyways, back to looking at him. You see, he just randomly started talking. NOT like Damon. He was usually really silent, but today, he was just in a good mood, I guessed.

“Babe, you don’t need to be so uptight all the time. Nothing is wrong.” He said, after my attempt at trying to figure out what this abnormal attitude was about.

“Alright, I’m sorry... This just isn’t like you. I’m not saying I don’t like this change, though. It’s refreshing, not hearing you gripe about everything that goes wrong each day.” I smirked, waiting for some sort of sarcastic remark from Damon.

“Now, Aimee, what’s that supposed to mean?” Damon tried to hide a smile, but it didn’t work. Gosh, he was sexy when he smiled. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“Damon, stop it. You know I can’t resist that smile of yours, right? It’s just so darn hard. Gosh, I love you.” I looked deep into his eyes, passion welling up inside of me. It was so hard to resist him.

“Kiss me, now.” He commanded, with a deep, sexy voice.

I did as I was told, of course. Possibly to please him, but the rest, no way. I couldn’t resist. I had to kiss him. It was just too much of a struggle to NOT kiss him. You see, Damon and I, well, our relationship started off by just pure attraction. That’s all we wanted each other for. Until that time when he really opened up to me, telling me his deepest secrets, and lifelong goals, and I felt a true connection to him. Like, a true passionate, emotional, physical, whole-hearted connection to him. He was different. I was changing. Together, we were a new creation. Something that couldn’t be destroyed easily. I loved him, and for once in my life, this love wasn’t just fake. Wasn’t just something to mask the insecurities that I’d carried with me my whole life. This was real.

After about twenty minutes of pure kissing, we finally stopped, realizing that everyone around was looking at us. Can you say creepy? But at that moment, I didn’t care. Damon and I had needed to have a connection every now and then. That’s what kept us strong, realizing what drew us together in the first place. If only I’d be able to change what I did the day after this. I mean, I did overreact. As you saw earlier. And there was no way that Damon would easily forgive me after that act. That is, if I wanted him to forgive me. He still remained a cheater in my mind for days after that night. It just took some time for me to really figure out the truth. Now, back to directly after our little moment of passion.

“Damon, we’ve gotta stop.” I pulled away, a grin tugged at the mouth.

“Why?” He whined, pulling me back in for one last kiss.

“Because, look around. THAT is why.” I gave a glare to the creepers still gazing at us with sheer jealously.

“Well, alright. Your loss. Let’s go back to my place, okay? Then we can continue this.” He winked. As of right now, all I could do was nod my head. Yes, after five years, he still made me breathless.

As we walked up the stairs to his dorm, which was conveniently at the very tip top of the floor, notice how I used sarcasm there, yeah. Anyways, I got quite an awkward feeling. A feeling of this all being too good to be true. But none of that set in until I saw Melissa Harlot descending down the steps of the top floor. I didn’t notice Damon give her any sort of flirtatious looks, or anything, but she, of course, gave him a few. She winked at him, I noticed. She even blew a kiss at him. I mean, what girl does that right in front of a guy’s girlfriend? At least have the decency to wait until she isn’t with him. Seriously.

“Hey, Damon.” Melissa spoke, in that high pitched,” I act all innocent to get guys attention”, squeaky voice.

“Hi Melissa. How was your day?” He spoke politely, stopping on the staircase as I remained walking.

“Oh, well thanks for asking. My day was great. How was yours, handsome?” She glared at me, although Damon didn’t notice.

“Oh, my day was fine. That’s great that yours was good. What all did you do today? Oh, and did Mr. Banks give us an assignment for winter break? I missed class this morning.” Obviously he didn’t notice the way she called him handsome, either. Idiot.

“Why, yes. Mr. Banks gave us an assignment over the classical artists of the last six hundred years. Beethoven, Bach, all of those people. I’d go to the library tomorrow before it closes. The books should be returned by then. You can just check them out instead of buying them.” She grinned.

“Well, thanks Melissa. I really better be going though.” He smiled, and as he turned to head up the stairs, she randomly grabbed him, and held him in a long embrace. Boy, this riled me up.

When Damon didn’t immediately pull out of her embrace, I gracefully stomped down the stairs, not daring to look at him, because at that moment, I was about to screw up that handsome face of his. It wasn’t until twenty seconds later that he pulled out of her embrace, finally noticing that I was gone. Then, he saw me walking out of the dormitory doors.

“Melissa, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stormed off.

As he slowly, but surely caught up with me, I increased my pace, doing all that I could to keep him from catching up with me. Right now, I really didn’t want to talk to him. I mean, what kind of jerk just sits there in another girls embrace right in front of his girlfriend? PIG! I mean, intentional or not, that hurt. BAD.

“Aimee, wait up!” When I wouldn’t stop walking, he only got angrier. I could hear him mumbling in the background, and then, I didn’t hear his footsteps behind me anymore. So, I slowed my pace, looked back, and he was gone.

I got so angry that I began crying. I don’t know why, but I just did. It felt good to let the hot tears roll down my face, one by one. It was just like little surges of anger leaving my body with every drop. Gosh, he was such a jerk. I had better get a phone call that night, I’d thought sadly. Turns out I got a little bit more than just a phone call.

Hours later, after I’d settled into my tiny dorm, I just laid down, and sat there thinking about so many things. How far Damon and I had come, how we’d met, how our love seemed like it was strong enough to withstand anything, although at this moment I doubted that. Just as I had drifted off into a deep sleep, the doorbell rang. Then it rang again, and again. Finally, my phone started ringing. Then, I became aware that all of this was going on. I looked at my phone, and it said that it was one in the morning. Who in the world was at my door at one in the darn morning?

As I got up to walk to the door, the chill of the hardwood underneath my feet sent a shiver up my back, causing me to pause for a moment, and catch my breath. When I opened the door, worried about who would be disturbing me at this early time, I realized in was Damon. Beer bottle in hand, eyes opening and closing repetitively.

“Aimee…” He mumbled, almost in a whisper.

“Damon, what are you doing here?!” I spoke in a whisper, although it was quite powerful.

“I—I—don’t…don’t know exactly.” He started swaying back and forth. And then, bam... He hit the floor with such grace, and power at the same time.

Just as it had always done, my natural instinct as a girlfriend kicked in. Although I was indescribably mad at him, I couldn’t just leave him in the hallway. I mean, after five years, getting mad at him was the least of my worries.

Once I had assisted him into getting into the room, I helped position him on my bed. He was so beautiful, with his chestnut hair, and his persistent groaning. When he finally opened his eyes for a quick second, he simply smiled. And then, once again, he was out.

Five hours later, I awoke to the feeling of sheer exhaustion. Having a boyfriend who drank his feelings was a hassle, for sure. I looked around the dorm room, realizing that I was on the floor. Maybe that would explain the sharp pain surging through my neck right about now. I didn’t do well with discomfort. I stood, looking on the bed, only to realize that Damon was there, sprawled out on the bed, gracefully sleeping away a night at the bar. I did my best to not make a noise as I was walking out of the room, but of course, the old wood just wouldn’t stay quiet. With every step, the floors creaked. Finally, I just decided to give up. This was my dorm, anyways. It was not my fault that Damon had arrived here.

I heard stirring, and then the sound of stretching, and popping muscles, and then, I heard my name.

“Aimee…” Damon spoke, sleepily.

“What, Damon?” Anger surged through my voice again, unintentionally.

“What in the world is your problem? I mean, really? You’re always griping about something. What did I do to you yesterday? What in the world--?”

“Whoa, whoa, Damon. That’s all a little too much for me to process right now. I just got up. So, could you just give me a second to regenerate please? Stop talking!” I tried to sound calm.

“Aimee—” He raised his voice.

“Damon, stop. Now.” To be honest, I felt a little guilty being this mean to him.

“Fine.” He pulled the covers over his head in that cute way that he always did.

After about thirty minutes, I walked back into the room, freshly bathed and ready to face a talk with Damon. Too bad, he was asleep, again. So, with that, I realized just how tired I was, and crawled in the bed next to him. After this little nap, I was sure of it that I’d burn him. I’d make him understand how insecure yesterday had made me feel. I’d—then, darkness.

About five hours later, I woke up, again. And yes, as you know, Damon was still in bed, right beside me. But this time, he wasn’t sleeping. He was just watching me with pure intent. Watching the rise and fall of my chest, and the way that my eyelashes fluttered as always. I looked up at him, and although I wanted to just passionately kiss him then and there, I didn’t. I simply rolled my eyes, and rolled out of bed.

“Aimee, are you ever going to get over this? I don’t even know what’s wrong! All I know is that we were headed up to your dorm room, and then bam. You just left. PMS much?” His attitude only aggravated me more.

“PMS much? Really, Damon? Just shut up! You know what’s wrong!”

“No, I really don’t.”

“It’s that nasty slut, Melissa, and all of her trashy glory.” The room grew silent. A look of realization passed over Damon’s face, and he looked down. He’d realized what he’d done. I was just interested in what this idiot would say to get himself out of it, which he probably would.

“Babe, don’t worry about her. She’s just being Melissa. She’s not harmful. She’s just a little overbearing, and overly flirtatious sometimes. That doesn’t make her a slut. Stop worrying so much. I mean, really. Why would I still be with you after five years if I didn’t want you to be my only girl? If I had wanted out of this, I’d have gotten out a long time ago.”

“Well, yesterday, you seemed pretty thrilled to have her all close to you, and buried in your arms and junk. Just save the bull crap, Damon. You know you liked it. I mean, it was written all over your face. Why do you think I left? That hurt, you know. To see the guy that I’ve dedicated five years to just randomly do that right in front of me.”

“You know, I can have girl friends, Aimee. You’re not always going to be the only girl in my life…” He realized how bad what’d he just said sounded, and shut his mouth.

“You know, fine. That says it all. Obviously I’m not good enough for you now or something? I mean really, you sure know how to make a girl feel good, Damon.” My eyes started welling up with tears again.

With those words, Damon crawled out of the bed, and walked briskly to my side. He looked deep into my eyes, and grabbed me by the face, but not aggressively. In that kind, I love you so much, sort of way.

“Aimee, don’t ever say that again. You are my everything, my world. And I mean that. You are everything that I could’ve ever asked God for, and he sent you to me. There is nothing else I could ever ask for.” His eyes were full of honesty, and with that, he caressed by face once more, and pressed his lips to mine.

Oh, the joys of makeup make out sessions. His lips were soft, yet strong. When our lips touched, it was always like lightening. All of the forces of Earth combined together couldn’t tear us apart. When I pulled away from the kiss, breathless, a single tear fell down my face. He just made me so happy, all of the time. With his gentle spirit, and kind words. When he saw the tear, he gently kissed it away. Then, more fell, and with that more love sprung. His kisses grew more frequent, and everything in the world felt right at that moment. You see, I could trust Damon. Trust him not to go too far, to take advantage of me. After five years, we knew each other, inside and out, and he respected me. That’s what I loved most about him.

“Damon, I love you.”

“And I love you too. Don’t ever forget that.”

And I thought I couldn’t, until the next night, that is. But, in the here and now, the day before ruin was created, I was genuinely happy. Genuinely happy in the arms of the man I had so desperately loved for five years.

Hours later, still wrapped in the embrace of a love that was so true it hurt to imagine it, I spoke. The silence was beautiful, but I needed some reassurance.

“Damon, are you awake?” I whispered.

“Barely. What’s wrong?” He asked, concerned.

“I was just wondering, are you attracted to her?”

“Attracted to who?” He laughed, tiredly.

“Melissa.” I could barely say her name without wanting to hunt her down and beat her.

“Really, Aimee? Why do you always do this? Stop asking these silly questions and go to sleep.”

“You need to go.” I sat up in bed.

“Is this because you’re mad at me now or something?”

“No, it’s because we both have class tomorrow, and you don’t need to stay the night. You know what that would lead to.”

“I know, but not necessarily.”

“Yes, necessarily. Now, I love you, but go.” I smiled.

“Fine. I’ll go, but you better not have any other guys over here.” He winked.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good.” He hopped out of bed, grabbed his book bag, and headed out the door.

What a night, I thought silently. Damon sure was a catch. His voice had a way of spilling over into my soul that completely mesmerized me. Completely. I could get lost in his eyes. They were so beautiful, full of stories, and magic. Love.

Chapter One. Yes, this begins, the day BEFORE the alleged cheating incident.

I was walking down the school pathway, as the cold air brushed up against my back, sending a chill up my spine. Then, a warm hand grasped my shoulder. I jumped, nearly scared to death. Instantly, I turned. It was Damon. Whoo. Good thing it was him. I had a fear of most strangers.

As I faced him, there was something different about his expression. Something more compassionate. But at that moment, I sort of just looked past it. He probably just wanted some sort of reward from me that night or something. That was most definitely NOT gonna happen. He knew my views on sex before marriage, and he knew he’d have to put a ring on my finger before I gave him any goods. Anyways, back to looking at him. You see, he just randomly started talking. NOT like Damon. He was usually really silent, but today, he was just in a good mood, I guessed.

“Babe, you don’t need to be so uptight all the time. Nothing is wrong.” He said, after my attempt at trying to figure out what this abnormal attitude was about.

“Alright, I’m sorry... This just isn’t like you. I’m not saying I don’t like this change, though. It’s refreshing, not hearing you gripe about everything that goes wrong each day.” I smirked, waiting for some sort of sarcastic remark from Damon.

“Now, Aimee, what’s that supposed to mean?” Damon tried to hide a smile, but it didn’t work. Gosh, he was sexy when he smiled. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“Damon, stop it. You know I can’t resist that smile of yours, right? It’s just so darn hard. Gosh, I love you.” I looked deep into his eyes, passion welling up inside of me. It was so hard to resist him.

“Kiss me, now.” He commanded, with a deep, sexy voice.

I did as I was told, of course. Possibly to please him, but the rest, no way. I couldn’t resist. I had to kiss him. It was just too much of a struggle to NOT kiss him. You see, Damon and I, well, our relationship started off by just pure attraction. That’s all we wanted each other for. Until that time when he really opened up to me, telling me his deepest secrets, and lifelong goals, and I felt a true connection to him. Like, a true passionate, emotional, physical, whole-hearted connection to him. He was different. I was changing. Together, we were a new creation. Something that couldn’t be destroyed easily. I loved him, and for once in my life, this love wasn’t just fake. Wasn’t just something to mask the insecurities that I’d carried with me my whole life. This was real.

After about twenty minutes of pure kissing, we finally stopped, realizing that everyone around was looking at us. Can you say creepy? But at that moment, I didn’t care. Damon and I had needed to have a connection every now and then. That’s what kept us strong, realizing what drew us together in the first place. If only I’d be able to change what I did the day after this. I mean, I did overreact. As you saw earlier. And there was no way that Damon would easily forgive me after that act. That is, if I wanted him to forgive me. He still remained a cheater in my mind for days after that night. It just took some time for me to really figure out the truth. Now, back to directly after our little moment of passion.

“Damon, we’ve gotta stop.” I pulled away, a grin tugged at the mouth.

“Why?” He whined, pulling me back in for one last kiss.

“Because, look around. THAT is why.” I gave a glare to the creepers still gazing at us with sheer jealously.

“Well, alright. Your loss. Let’s go back to my place, okay? Then we can continue this.” He winked. As of right now, all I could do was nod my head. Yes, after five years, he still made me breathless.

As we walked up the stairs to his dorm, which was conveniently at the very tip top of the floor, notice how I used sarcasm there, yeah. Anyways, I got quite an awkward feeling. A feeling of this all being too good to be true. But none of that set in until I saw Melissa Harlot descending down the steps of the top floor. I didn’t notice Damon give her any sort of flirtatious looks, or anything, but she, of course, gave him a few. She winked at him, I noticed. She even blew a kiss at him. I mean, what girl does that right in front of a guy’s girlfriend? At least have the decency to wait until she isn’t with him. Seriously.

“Hey, Damon.” Melissa spoke, in that high pitched,” I act all innocent to get guys attention”, squeaky voice.

“Hi Melissa. How was your day?” He spoke politely, stopping on the staircase as I remained walking.

“Oh, well thanks for asking. My day was great. How was yours, handsome?” She glared at me, although Damon didn’t notice.

“Oh, my day was fine. That’s great that yours was good. What all did you do today? Oh, and did Mr. Banks give us an assignment for winter break? I missed class this morning.” Obviously he didn’t notice the way she called him handsome, either. Idiot.

“Why, yes. Mr. Banks gave us an assignment over the classical artists of the last six hundred years. Beethoven, Bach, all of those people. I’d go to the library tomorrow before it closes. The books should be returned by then. You can just check them out instead of buying them.” She grinned.

“Well, thanks Melissa. I really better be going though.” He smiled, and as he turned to head up the stairs, she randomly grabbed him, and held him in a long embrace. Boy, this riled me up.

When Damon didn’t immediately pull out of her embrace, I gracefully stomped down the stairs, not daring to look at him, because at that moment, I was about to screw up that handsome face of his. It wasn’t until twenty seconds later that he pulled out of her embrace, finally noticing that I was gone. Then, he saw me walking out of the dormitory doors.

“Melissa, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stormed off.

As he slowly, but surely caught up with me, I increased my pace, doing all that I could to keep him from catching up with me. Right now, I really didn’t want to talk to him. I mean, what kind of jerk just sits there in another girls embrace right in front of his girlfriend? PIG! I mean, intentional or not, that hurt. BAD.

“Aimee, wait up!” When I wouldn’t stop walking, he only got angrier. I could hear him mumbling in the background, and then, I didn’t hear his footsteps behind me anymore. So, I slowed my pace, looked back, and he was gone.

I got so angry that I began crying. I don’t know why, but I just did. It felt good to let the hot tears roll down my face, one by one. It was just like little surges of anger leaving my body with every drop. Gosh, he was such a jerk. I had better get a phone call that night, I’d thought sadly. Turns out I got a little bit more than just a phone call.

Hours later, after I’d settled into my tiny dorm, I just laid down, and sat there thinking about so many things. How far Damon and I had come, how we’d met, how our love seemed like it was strong enough to withstand anything, although at this moment I doubted that. Just as I had drifted off into a deep sleep, the doorbell rang. Then it rang again, and again. Finally, my phone started ringing. Then, I became aware that all of this was going on. I looked at my phone, and it said that it was one in the morning. Who in the world was at my door at one in the darn morning?

As I got up to walk to the door, the chill of the hardwood underneath my feet sent a shiver up my back, causing me to pause for a moment, and catch my breath. When I opened the door, worried about who would be disturbing me at this early time, I realized in was Damon. Beer bottle in hand, eyes opening and closing repetitively.

“Aimee…” He mumbled, almost in a whisper.

“Damon, what are you doing here?!” I spoke in a whisper, although it was quite powerful.

“I—I—don’t…don’t know exactly.” He started swaying back and forth. And then, bam... He hit the floor with such grace, and power at the same time.

Just as it had always done, my natural instinct as a girlfriend kicked in. Although I was indescribably mad at him, I couldn’t just leave him in the hallway. I mean, after five years, getting mad at him was the least of my worries.

Once I had assisted him into getting into the room, I helped position him on my bed. He was so beautiful, with his chestnut hair, and his persistent groaning. When he finally opened his eyes for a quick second, he simply smiled. And then, once again, he was out.

Five hours later, I awoke to the feeling of sheer exhaustion. Having a boyfriend who drank his feelings was a hassle, for sure. I looked around the dorm room, realizing that I was on the floor. Maybe that would explain the sharp pain surging through my neck right about now. I didn’t do well with discomfort. I stood, looking on the bed, only to realize that Damon was there, sprawled out on the bed, gracefully sleeping away a night at the bar. I did my best to not make a noise as I was walking out of the room, but of course, the old wood just wouldn’t stay quiet. With every step, the floors creaked. Finally, I just decided to give up. This was my dorm, anyways. It was not my fault that Damon had arrived here.

I heard stirring, and then the sound of stretching, and popping muscles, and then, I heard my name.

“Aimee…” Damon spoke, sleepily.

“What, Damon?” Anger surged through my voice again, unintentionally.

“What in the world is your problem? I mean, really? You’re always griping about something. What did I do to you yesterday? What in the world--?”

“Whoa, whoa, Damon. That’s all a little too much for me to process right now. I just got up. So, could you just give me a second to regenerate please? Stop talking!” I tried to sound calm.

“Aimee—” He raised his voice.

“Damon, stop. Now.” To be honest, I felt a little guilty being this mean to him.

“Fine.” He pulled the covers over his head in that cute way that he always did.

After about thirty minutes, I walked back into the room, freshly bathed and ready to face a talk with Damon. Too bad, he was asleep, again. So, with that, I realized just how tired I was, and crawled in the bed next to him. After this little nap, I was sure of it that I’d burn him. I’d make him understand how insecure yesterday had made me feel. I’d—then, darkness.

About five hours later, I woke up, again. And yes, as you know, Damon was still in bed, right beside me. But this time, he wasn’t sleeping. He was just watching me with pure intent. Watching the rise and fall of my chest, and the way that my eyelashes fluttered as always. I looked up at him, and although I wanted to just passionately kiss him then and there, I didn’t. I simply rolled my eyes, and rolled out of bed.

“Aimee, are you ever going to get over this? I don’t even know what’s wrong! All I know is that we were headed up to your dorm room, and then bam. You just left. PMS much?” His attitude only aggravated me more.

“PMS much? Really, Damon? Just shut up! You know what’s wrong!”

“No, I really don’t.”

“It’s that nasty slut, Melissa, and all of her trashy glory.” The room grew silent. A look of realization passed over Damon’s face, and he looked down. He’d realized what he’d done. I was just interested in what this idiot would say to get himself out of it, which he probably would.

“Babe, don’t worry about her. She’s just being Melissa. She’s not harmful. She’s just a little overbearing, and overly flirtatious sometimes. That doesn’t make her a slut. Stop worrying so much. I mean, really. Why would I still be with you after five years if I didn’t want you to be my only girl? If I had wanted out of this, I’d have gotten out a long time ago.”

“Well, yesterday, you seemed pretty thrilled to have her all close to you, and buried in your arms and junk. Just save the bull crap, Damon. You know you liked it. I mean, it was written all over your face. Why do you think I left? That hurt, you know. To see the guy that I’ve dedicated five years to just randomly do that right in front of me.”

“You know, I can have girl friends, Aimee. You’re not always going to be the only girl in my life…” He realized how bad what’d he just said sounded, and shut his mouth.

“You know, fine. That says it all. Obviously I’m not good enough for you now or something? I mean really, you sure know how to make a girl feel good, Damon.” My eyes started welling up with tears again.

With those words, Damon crawled out of the bed, and walked briskly to my side. He looked deep into my eyes, and grabbed me by the face, but not aggressively. In that kind, I love you so much, sort of way.

“Aimee, don’t ever say that again. You are my everything, my world. And I mean that. You are everything that I could’ve ever asked God for, and he sent you to me. There is nothing else I could ever ask for.” His eyes were full of honesty, and with that, he caressed by face once more, and pressed his lips to mine.

Oh, the joys of makeup make out sessions. His lips were soft, yet strong. When our lips touched, it was always like lightening. All of the forces of Earth combined together couldn’t tear us apart. When I pulled away from the kiss, breathless, a single tear fell down my face. He just made me so happy, all of the time. With his gentle spirit, and kind words. When he saw the tear, he gently kissed it away. Then, more fell, and with that more love sprung. His kisses grew more frequent, and everything in the world felt right at that moment. You see, I could trust Damon. Trust him not to go too far, to take advantage of me. After five years, we knew each other, inside and out, and he respected me. That’s what I loved most about him.

“Damon, I love you.”

“And I love you too. Don’t ever forget that.”

And I thought I couldn’t, until the next night, that is. But, in the here and now, the day before ruin was created, I was genuinely happy. Genuinely happy in the arms of the man I had so desperately loved for five years.

Hours later, still wrapped in the embrace of a love that was so true it hurt to imagine it, I spoke. The silence was beautiful, but I needed some reassurance.

“Damon, are you awake?” I whispered.

“Barely. What’s wrong?” He asked, concerned.

“I was just wondering, are you attracted to her?”

“Attracted to who?” He laughed, tiredly.

“Melissa.” I could barely say her name without wanting to hunt her down and beat her.

“Really, Aimee? Why do you always do this? Stop asking these silly questions and go to sleep.”

“You need to go.” I sat up in bed.

“Is this because you’re mad at me now or something?”

“No, it’s because we both have class tomorrow, and you don’t need to stay the night. You know what that would lead to.”

“I know, but not necessarily.”

“Yes, necessarily. Now, I love you, but go.” I smiled.

“Fine. I’ll go, but you better not have any other guys over here.” He winked.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good.” He hopped out of bed, grabbed his book bag, and headed out the door.

What a night, I thought silently. Damon sure was a catch. His voice had a way of spilling over into my soul that completely mesmerized me. Completely. I could get lost in his eyes. They were so beautiful, full of stories, and magic. Love.

Chapter 2: Five Years Ago: The First Date, the First Kiss, and the Discovery of True Love

He had just called. Oh my gosh, he had just called. Damon, the guy whom I had met only yesterday just called me, asking me out for dinner. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was jumping around my room, being all giddy, smiling like some maniac. What was he doing to me? My mother, whom I was living with at this time, walked into the room, and noticed the new improvement of my behavior. She obviously knew what was going on, because when I caught her glare, she only shook her head, smiled, and left the room.

Oh sweet joy, what sweet joy. I’d met the most handsome man in the world, and he wanted to take me, a girl with commitment issues (which he had no clue about yet), out to dinner. Eek!

About an hour later, I got a call from Damon. He was wondering if I was available that night, and of course, I made myself available. I wasn’t about to give up a shot with this guy. I grinned, texted him the directions to the apartment complex which I had been living in since I was ten, and there you have it. About two hours later, he showed up at my door, looking clean and polished, and very handsome. Thank goodness I didn’t look too bad myself. I was wearing my low cut V-neck top, and my skinnies, with five inch stilettos. Now, that was my definition of hot. Just sayinn’.

“Wow, uhm.. Aimee. Wow. You look… you look stunning.” Damon looked me over, and smiled.

“Well, you don’t look so bad yourself, hot shot.” I teased.

“So, I was thinking… Since you have no clue what I have planned for tonight, I’m deciding to make this interesting. How about, hmm.. let’s say, we don’t make any plans, and just figure it out along the way? That would sorta make this an adventure, right?” He laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“I think you’re right. That would sort of make this an adventure. Let’s go for it.”

And with that, we walked out of my apartment, headed down the creaky steps, and headed out to see what this new night had in store for us. Little did we know that it’d be a lot more than we had bargained for, but a big gain.

Our first destination: Ended up being an old abandoned park. Creepy? Nahh, I thought it was quite interesting. I guess there’s a first for everything in life, right? Having a date in a creepy old park? That was kind of cool in my opinion. This only added to the difference in Damon, what made him unique. Attractive.

“Okay, so, Damon, this is…”

“You think it’s creepy..” He said, let down.

“You didn’t let me finish. I think this is very interesting, unique. Good job, I’d say. What’s the story behind this place anyways? If the story and history is good, I’ll for sure love it.” I was a history freak, and I hope he was alright with that.

“So, just asking, you’re a history geek too?” I guess he didn’t mind. I smiled.

“Big time. You?”

“For sure. Now, anyways, on to the story. Well, back in the late 1800’s, this place was said to be a place for many of the orphans of this town to visit, and enjoy there day. Well, one day, this old woman who always roamed the park just randomly came out and started killing a bunch of these kids. Now, legend has it that those kids haunt this place, and take a victim every year. Weird, huh?” He laughed.

“That’s so, so scary, and yet, so interesting at the same time. Let’s hope tonight isn’t the night that they choose to kill.” I winked.

“No you’re scaring me, you rebel.”

“Oh, shut up. Anyways, you need to tell me a little bit about yourself, since I’ve known you for what, a day now?"

“A day and a few hours.”

“Well, I stand corrected. Anyways, go on. I wanna know who you are. You seem different for some reason, and that only makes you more of a mystery.” He could tell my interests were sparked. I was dying to know about him.

“Well, I’m not that good at this stuff, but here goes nothing. I’m Damon, of course. Um… I’m twenty two, going to college to be an anesthesiologist, and I’m really interested in history, and what our nation was founded upon, it’s morals and stuff. My biggest downfall in life was probably when I went gambling and lost fifteen thousand dollars… Yeah, big mistake. I was just lucky that my dad bailed me out of that mess. I’m not a gambler anymore, in case you were wondering. I’ve not had many serious relationships in my life. Most of them last only a few months. But, I was with one woman, Natalie, for about three years. She was killed in a car accident about two years ago.” He trailed off.

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” I couldn’t remember anything he’d just said, except about Natalie. Gosh, bummer. Would he even be able to commit again?

“Yeah, it was a long time ago. A bad shooting accident, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was just her time. Fate wanted her, and fate got her. But, now I’m up and running again, finally ready to step out, move on from that. That’s what she would’ve wanted. Now, off that subject. This date is about you and me. Tell me about yourself.”

“Well, compared to you, I’m not interesting at all. I’m going to school, majoring in music and minoring in choreography. I’ve always been a singer, and I’m very into theatrics. Uhm… I’m twenty, and still living with my mother, sadly. I just don’t have the heart to leave her since my father left a few months back. I was the valedictorian of my graduating class, and I’ve never had any serious relationships. I think my longest one was about three months? Yeah, all of the men I’ve been with, they haven’t been well suited for me. All of them were jerks, and when I wouldn’t give them what they were after, they left.”

“And what were they after? Sex?” He asked, bluntly.

“Honestly, yes, and I’ve always had the mindset that sex before marriage is pointless, and leads to too many issues. I want sex to be something that is special between my future husband and I. Once I’m married, I believe that I’ll honestly be married to that same person for the rest of my life. I’m sort of a hopeless romantic.”

“Well, I can’t say the same for myself, but the way you are, in my opinion…it’s really inspiring. You seem like you have a plan, and a mindset to only better your life. I admire that. I’ve always wished that I could be that type of person. The type who could imagine settling down, starting a family. You seem like you could do that. But, this topic seems a little too serious. Let’s move on to something else.”

“Hmm… Like what?”

“I don’t know. A little of this, a little of that.” Then, he grew silent, and he looked straight into my eyes. Oh no, this burning passion inside my chest meant that I wanted to kiss him. NO.

Five minutes later, we were making out on a blanket in a supposedly haunted park. Doesn’t that sound hot? NO. But it was for us. His lips, oh, they were divine. The softness, their fullness, so sexy. He was irresistible. No doubt in my mind. He could be the one, the one I could spend a lifetime with. Oh, what was I saying? I’d only known him for about two days. This was terrible. I felt love for this guy. Whattttt? That just wasn’t normal. I mean, not knowing him very well, and loving him? Most people would say this was lust.

But only it wasn’t. It wasn’t even close. There was a connection between us, like something I can’t even describe. The connection was binding, and for once, the sound of a commitment didn’t seem too bad anymore. I mean, yes, it would take some time for me to find out this new girl I was imagining myself to be, but maybe the girl he was bringing out was the real me. Maybe I hadn’t discovered myself yet.

“Damon, I think this could be the start of something beautiful.” I whispered.

“I know it is.”

And with those words, only more attraction was left to come to the surface. More attraction to bind us, even more than we already were bound.


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