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Damon

Listen to Met Him Last Night by Demi Lovato & Ariana Grande

***

I heard her scream.

And her scream was the most painful thing I could listen to and not do a thing about it. And it's not like I could ever do something about it. She would never allow me too. My heart clenched at the thought of me not being able to do anything about something that was happening right under my nose.

I fisted my hand so hard that my knuckles turned white and desperation was climbing its way up. Why wouldn't she listen to me?

Why wouldn't she listen to all of the warnings that I have given to her. Why was her love for my goddamnit brother so blind. I rested my head again the dark gray painting on wall, listening to her cries.

As she muttered some incoherent words to herself.

I felt so damn useless. But at the same time I didn't do anything.

Because God knows that I have tried a million times. I had given her so many warnings of the brother I grew up with. The brother who I knew I loved more than anything.

This had to end.

I needed to put an end to this and distance myself from her. And that was exactly what I thought of doing.

I snapped my eyelids and took out my black suitcase and began placing my clothing into the suitcase. I was done being the hero.

If Melinoe chose to go for the hard way, then she'll go there. But I won't walk down there with her. I have done a lot for me to keep on trying for something that I don't even know if it's worth it anymore.

Finished with my packing, I took in all of my surroundings and stared at my older and some new paintings that I did and just remembered each story that was told behind each one.

Then I came across one that brought an entire story that was unlike anything I'd ever thought I'd experience. Her medium sized her was straightened and the photographer had captured her perfectly as her side view did her no justice. It was a sketching of her, Melinoe. With that face that showed so much emotion.

I didn't know how long I'd be staring at it but I'm sure it had been a long time since her cries  had died down.

I got up to close my closet and shoved the sketching book into my suitcase and zipped it once Again before grabbing my passport and everything else I needed and opened the door to leave.

But not before walking past her room. Hesitation spread throughout my entire body but I wasn't at fazed and built up the courage to actually look in the eyes, for the last time before I left.

I didn't even bother knocking as I silently opened tell door and I found the room looking like it was upside down. The glass pieces were still there and the mirror had massive crack.

I found a figure sleeping on the bed and my body seemed to have relaxed. "Goodbye," I whispered and closed the door.

There was no turning back this time. I needed to begin a new life without any unwanted and regretted memories.

***

I had finally arrived in my hotel room and I had found myself at the location that I'd been hoping I'd be for, for a very long time.

Except that I did not expect to be leaving under such circumstances.

I removed the jacket that was on my body and hung it on a hook. I grabbed the things I needed for my shower and headed to the bathroom.

After quite some time in the shower, I came out with a towel wrapped around my waist and I went over head to my suitcase to grab something a piece of clothing when I saw unfamiliar clothing in the suitcase.

I picked one of the  clothing items and saw that it was a females scent.  And for some reason I felt the need to smell the scent and that's when I smelt her scent.

Melinoe...