Heartbroken
That night, Damien couldn't sleep.
His thoughts inundated his mind and sleep drowned out of his system. All he knew was pain, heartbreak, frustration and even more pain.
How could a woman play such a game on him? What even hurt him more, was the fact that he so stupidly fell for it. He allowed her roll and tangle him on her little finger.
He loved her unconditionally. He gave her all his heart without leaving a muscle out. He opened himself up completely to her, making a total fool of himself because she never loved him.
She only loved his money.
"Fuck it!" He screamed, jumping off of his bed for the nth time that night.
He walked to the bar and poured himself another shot of drink. His eyes were bloodshot already from too many drinks, yet, he couldn't stop himself. He needed the alcohol. He needed the sting of the drink to wipe away the pain in his heart. He needed the bitterness to fill him up. He didn't want to remember the sweetness he thought he had seen in Céline.