He was now getting used to her presence being around, one thing he could not let happen. He needed to get a grip, to understand that she was the only thing he probably could never get, no matter how hard he tried. Now that he was actually thinking about it, maybe he was a bit crazy when he thought she liked his presence too. Why would he even try, if the only guy she had ever belonged to was none other than his brother, the one who didn’t give two damns about her. And maybe it was better off that way. Thinking about how many guys she’d done the same thing he was doing with him now only brought him down. How could he ever thought he was different? Pathetic, that’s what he was. Maybe he was different, he was the stupidest one. The one who thought he would change the way she felt. The one who was truly wrong. How could he ever thought he’d be the one she wanted. Maybe if he cared a little less, he’d be fine. But that was not the case. Damian sighed, and flashed a smile at her to cover his seriousness “Well, maybe because I don’t get to be with you when the sun rises” He said quickly, as if it were something simple. But it was much more than that, it was the truth that always hunted him. He wanted for it not to mean anything, he’d give everything for it not to, but he just couldn’t change the facts. He looked back at the ground, like if he were to find shelter there, but his heart was already too exposed, so he needed to change the subject. He smiled at her, who was now besides him, and continued their journey. He frowned for a moment, and looked completely oblivious to her question “You never cared much about what I thought, what’s the sudden interest?” He said, with a smirk showing, and with a hint of bitterness, which he felt run through his throat. He was indeed thinking about her, but would never admit to be, in every way possible. In the past, in the present, and in the future. There was just something about her that made him wonder if he could ever figure her out. And that was, maybe, what made him so curious about her. She was an enigma that he needed to unravel. Maybe that was what he was feeling, curiosity, lust, and not the slightest bit of love in any sense. Or at least he hoped so. Either way, he’d been the one shattered to pieces in the end. He always was. He wanted to go back to being the careless child he once was, but he was too broken to be like that again. And she only made it worse. Or better for the matter. She always seemed to heal him somehow, but to open a new crack once she left. It was vicious, like a drug. His chosen drug. He decided to give her a better answer, he wouldn’t ruin the night for some stupid thoughts, that didn’t feel so stupid anymore “I’m thinking about..right now” He said, with a tone that only invited you to know more “About the present” He said, backing up his last sentence. He was, indeed, thinking about right now. How he felt nothing but attraction to her, no deep feelings involved. How he would stop being so jealous over the fact that she’d be anything but his. He smiled as his reassuring thoughts, but deep inside he knew it was nothing but a bunch of lies to keep him from falling apart. He decided to coat things a little more, and with a grin upon his face he shifted towards her, bumping into her and pushing her a bit, in the most playful way one could imagine. He laughed a bit before looking at her again “You said something about a Luke, right?” He said, trying not to look as concerned as he really was. That hadn’t stopped bothering him ever since she mentioned it, but he tried to make it go through as unimportant “I mean, who was him?” He asked, trying not to look at her anymore. He hurried his step, in attempt to leave her behind a couple of steps “Why do you know him?” He said before realizing “I mean, not that I give two fucks, but I’m curious” He said with a smirk. He was right, he gave more than two fucks about it, and he hated it. The pain was hear-wrenching by now, as he was imagining what her answer would be. How carelessly she would say that it was someone she was probably fucking, or how he was a past boyfriend of hers. How she would never understand that, as much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t not care about her.
For a moment longer, she allowed the peaceful sight of the buildings around them to register in her memory, everything seemed too beautiful, too peaceful. “Cheesy you is back already? That didn’t last long at all,” Kayla said jokingly after his comment on the sunrise, not exactly knowing how else to react, or if he was even being serious. No, he’s just saying. She shook off the thought in an endeavor to focus upon determining if she’d made the right decision when she avoided the answer she’d truly wanted to give him. There was a brief moment where she tipped her chin down, gaze dropping as she swallowed— attempting to properly push back any stinging or presence of an unwanted reaction at the sound of that one name escaping his lips. He’s just someone. The words buzzed in her mind like a swarm of angry bees. That same bitter taste pooled in her mouth and her throat constricted around itself unforgivingly. “Luke? He’s— I’m not too sure, really,” While focusing on finding a better explanation to who he was, Mikayla’s gaze traveled back to the presence by her side, taking in every single feature; but him, he’s just looked ahead of them, ending in Kayla mimicking that. A sigh managed to roll from her lips before giving a second attempt to answering his inquiries, “I met him back there,” she first spoke, referring to the place they’d just left, “and I just spent a couple of days with him so..” There was an unmistakable loss of words within her, that was until words left her lips once again before she’d find a way of changing the subject, “I don’t know much about him,” She knew she hadn’t sounded convincing at all, yet she was surprised by the sudden rush of calmness that took place when he flashed her a smile. Upon the very moment he spoke, her head turned a slight bit more, chin barely touching her own shoulder as her gaze properly met his own, the curve in her lips increasing at the very minute that went by, “Oh, you don’t give two fucks? Well excuse me then, I didn’t know that when someone doesn’t give a fuck they ask a lot of questions about the topic,” she spoke sarcastically, knowing for a fact that the smirk that had formed across his features was giving him away. There was an instant pull inside of her body that made her take an action she didn’t know if she’d regret or if it’d be the complete and absolute opposite; fingertips slowly made their way to his inner forearm, and they descended to where his hand was, not completely taking a hold of it, not until she’s capable of noticing any reaction coming from him. Mikayla was not too sure what she’s doing, or why she’s doing it, but there’s something that had made her want to try it out. There was nothing beyond him taking away his hand or taking her own in his; and when those words attempted to make her second thought her actions, she took her hand away and instead crossed her arms around her chest almost as if she’s trying to avoid having done what she’d done— or attempted. “Look, we should go there,” Kayla said looking to the side opposite of him, speaking every word as fast as she could before her pace became faster, leaving him behind her own. And so, with hands wrapped around her silhouette, steps were taken in the direction of a park bench, that looked almost as lonely as herself. Some would call this a moment of complete and utter repentance and discomfort… but of them all— this was the one time she agreed with the statement.
As he felt their lips departure, his eyes opened in confusion. She was not those kinds of people that would pull off of a kiss, unless they wouldn’t really want you to start with. He heard her as she spoke every word, ever so softly and so hurtful, like a knife, and without warning his head became a mess. Bad thoughts that only seemed to vanish his smile away was all that was left, rather than the rush of emotions he had felt moments before. All the colors were now in black and white, and his brain still processing the events occurred. Maybe he had gone way too far. His mind filled with “whys” and regrets, after all, he shouldn’t have done that. A slight bit of angst was starting to show upon his face, and her taste felt now so distant he could barely remember it. He knew that what he had done had been wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it anymore. Damian traced through his memories in attempt to find something comforting, something that could save him from the grave he had buried himself into. But there was no luck. He wasn’t the one that she wanted, anyways. His distinguished anger, regardless, was focused on his recklessness and stupidity, rather than the fact that his love was unrequited. The first time that this meeting was neither a facade or a problem, and he needed to fuck it up. Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to let her go, at least not that easily. He was ready to go wherever she told him to, whatever problem that might bring. Although he wanted to get up, he couldn’t quite memorize how to control his body. It was like his thoughts had been an anchor that was pulling him down, heavier than his own weight. This burden seemed to shift to his chest now, but it felt more like a bitter anguish than anything else. His sight was now focused upon her figure, and how her dress slowly move upwards like if it was meant to go higher. Her curves, inviting him to play a game he had already lost before even starting, and her hair, playfully dancing with the wind. A loud sigh left his left as he struggled to get up, but halfway there he decided to pause, he was not ready to get up yet. Maybe it had been the rough throw, or her weight over him, or the little booze he had previously taken. But none of that did matter, after all, he still couldn’t get up that quickly. Sitting on the floor, with his arms supporting his torso, he looked at her from where he was, his smirk making it’s appearance once again. He couldn’t let her know how much it had bothered him, or how regretful he was “You liked it there?” He asked, twitching his eyes “They seem like assholes” He said, a little bit louder than the previous, in case they were around to listen. Accompanied by a grin was a slight shrug, that tried to show the slightest bit of indifference, that was hard to pull off by now “You seem to know this town better than I do” He said as he once again struggled with his own body to get up, this time succeeding. By now, he remembered what he had told her previously before, that he was infected by the numbing substance she seemed to love a little too much, or in short, that he had told her he was drunk as fuck, a lie that was very handful in this situation. He made his way towards her, maybe getting a little too close for a sober person, but a little too far away for a drunken one “Unless you want to go to the library, I insist you must choose” He said as he tipped her chin upwards, and with a frenetic moment of both bravery and stupidity, stole a kiss. He now felt no regrets, it was his night and he was going to make the best out of it. No matter what she felt towards him, no matter what his thoughts told him, no matter how sad he would be the day after. He walked a few steps before turning back to face her “We better go before we grow old” He said sarcastically, ending it with a laugh. “Or before the sun rises, if possible” He added to his joke arsenal. But, deep inside, he knew there was nothing he wanted more than to see the sun rise with her, the sun lighting up her face, shining on her body. He knew he wanted nothing more than to be with her into the morning.
Now you’re useless to me. Mikayla could hear his voice saying that with the same harshful tone he’d said it during one of their many endless fights; and worst of it all, she only heard it the moment their lips were separated from one another, something that at first didn’t feel right, not until those words came back into her memory. The way her smile had dropped, and her lips now formed a perfect straight line, it was impossible not to notice that something was bothering her, but the moment she noticed she’d to diminish being so obvious about what was going through her mind, she managed to smile back at him, “They’re alright if you get to know them, and by them I mean Luke, he’s okay,” The least thing she wanted to talk about was that presence who had engulfed her with so many bad memories that only happened in the course of a few days. One of the questions that remained was; how can you choose from someone that may be too good for you and someone who thinks you’re too good for them? Even if that was only partially true, the decision was one impossible to make. There’s this quote that Kayla always seems to remember, not knowing where she got it from and why exactly she can’t forget it, “everyone wants what they can’t get”, but until what point is that true? The single thought of always having to be fighting for someone, having to make someone want you sounded completely exhausting and to put it in casual words, a waste of time. Make someone want you. That phrase only sounded so completely wrong and heartless. Mikayla once thought everyone wanted her; from talking to her, to being with her, to wanting to be in her shoes, but that seemed so far away from where she tood right here today. All she’d been doing was getting all fed up to get Jensen to want her, and it hadn’t worked out as she’d wanted it to; there’s always that voice in her head that tells her she might’ve even pulled him away even more than before she knew she actually wanted him, to say something, maybe she’d tried too hard or maybe not hard enough. And if there hadn’t been enough questions asked yet, what was it all for? No answer had been given to this question whatsoever, she just didn’t know. “The library? No thanks,” she spoke, her trying as hard as she could not to meet his gaze once again, for she didn’t exactly know how to look at him right now. If anything, Kayla was not one to kiss like they’d kissed a few moments prior, and there she stood, in complete oblivion on how to act. She hoped it had meant as little as possible to him, that he’s far too drunk to even remember it by the day that would follow, and mainly that he wouldn’t get caught off in it and have the strange idea that it had a meaning, a purpose and a reason. Not too much of a strange idea. The voice in the back of her mind caught her by surprise, leaving uncountable conclusions that would definitely confuse her even more. Confused? How was she confused if she’d made herself clear that it’s Jensen who she wanted? There was a second thought that was threatening to break in somewhere in that sentence; maybe she’d gotten used to wanting Jensen, it’s a habit, but in reality she didn’t want him as much as she made herself think? After all, she had to convince herself she wanted him, it didn’t happen by chance, but by choice. There was always that constant going back and forth between Jensen and Damian; and there was not a single fiber in her body that wished she could just choose Damian and forget about everything she’d once thought of Jensen, but this single idea of choosing one of them seemed to be completely out of her reach. There was a brief moment where his fingertips met her chin and tipped it up, which was followed by their lips pressing against one another again. Mikayla only returned the kiss for the shortest of seconds, and when they pulled away, her gaze fell as she ran a few fingers over her tangled tresses. The softest of sighs escaped her lips, and there still had been no steps taken, she just stood there watching him take a few steps, almost like she’d froze. Her gaze didn’t meet his own until he spoke, not wanting him to notice that she’d been looking down for that was a clear sign of skepticism over the whole thing. “What’s so wrong about the sunrise?” Mikayla muttered as she regained her composture and began walking towards where he stood, so they could walk side to side to a destination that remained unknown for both of them, the only thing she’s hoping for right now was that she’d be graced by his company for a long time, it didn’t matter where they’d end up as long as they were together. She didn’t wait for him to respond, and not wanting any moment to be wasted by silence the girl spoke again, “What are you thinking?” Kayla asked him as an attempt of figuring out what was going through his head in that exact moment, her gaze focusing on everything that was not him.
With his back stuck to the cold, hard ground, and his head pushed back, his thoughts started to flood his head. The unraveling memories of the past days started to crash in like a wave against the shore. He was making his way through it all, trying to figure out how is it that he ended up this way. But he couldn’t, as hard as he tried he couldn’t. The only thing that seemed to connect the events, was the sole presence of the girl who he found himself so magnetized by. Maybe it was that, that made him lose so much control over who he was. The fact that he was hers, but she could never be his. This could be the reason he was apparently losing his mind. When did he become so weak was the only question that was still to be answered, but the guess was there. It was somewhere along when his path seemed to cross hers. Damian took out a loud sigh out of his lung, which seemed to be long enough for a last breath, but it was not quite the case. With this, all his thoughts were lost, vanished, gone. The only thing remaining was his heartbeat, his breath, and the echoes of the music. This was suddenly interrupted when a shadow crossed the back door, with the sound of the hills hitting the floor, and legs that you could follow for days without finishing. His grin started to draw upon, and his eyes were wide, and locked into her direction. He putted his hands underneath his head, and stared at her, like if she were some work of art in those fine museums that his school always seemed to visit. And those which Mikayla always seemed to avoid. He laughed at her comment for a moment, but his smirk came back “Well, you’re mine for tonight” He responded, his eyes with endless mischief. The side of his eyes were formed into crinkles, and his mouth was open, as if he were to say something that would never escape his mouth. His eyes hovered over the edge of her dress, which made him wonder if it was possible for someone to look that good, or if he’d be able to see more. His eyes met hers again, at the sounds of her voice making a comment, but he shrugged it off with a smile “It’s not like you miss him or anything…” He said with a smirk “But some alcohol in your system can change you” He assured her as he moved his hands to his stomach, placing his head against the pavement again. He knew he needed to lie to her, because she would never believe him if he just said he changed for fun. It was kind of a paradox for him, to claim that he didn’t need alcohol to have fun, but lying about being drunk so he could have fun with her. Anyways, even himself didn’t have the answer of what had happened to the nice, little, innocent Damian, which everyone seemed to be quite bored of. Maybe he was just tired of portraying a role he did not fit. And he knew she couldn’t quite judge him either, given that she probably wasn’t entirely truly to her own personality. He then again wondered across her body, before his gaze could finally meet hers again, but this time, his focus seemed to be installed in her mouth, which woken a insanely curious crave for her taste. It came back in flashbacks, everything, her taste, her smell, everything. And he knew he couldn’t miss out. He stared as he mouth curved, and waited for her to finally say something, something he could twist somehow to tangle her into his desires. His now familiar smirk made it’s way once again, and without hesitation he answered “Well, it’s nice out here, I wouldn’t mind staying” The curly haired guy said as he saw her hand extend in a helping offer “As long as I’m with you..” He added with a quite mysterious voice, one you wouldn’t expect from him if you took a look at him in the day. His hand longed for hers, but he took a different turn of events. He pushed her in his direction, so she would land completely over him. And it turned out perfectly, almost as he had spent hours rehearsing in the solitude of his teenage-smelling room. “The view is better from here” He said against her lips, with their noses touching and their eyes locking, when once again, as over the last couple of days, he decided to break the space between them so their lips would collide. His hands made their way to the back of her head, pushing her softly against his own, and his eyes were now closed, so he could feel her a little more. She tasted like alcohol and craziness, and he was now on his way of discovering it was his favorite taste.
A strand of her long brown hair fell down a moment after she found herself locking her gaze with his own, “We’ll see about that,” words spoken in her usual calm tone of voice that was now being accompanied by a slight proof of teasing, perhaps? The remark of her being his for the night was enough for her to raise an eyebrow. Maybe I am going to miss that Damian. Upon those words that were never spoken, a wave of guilt passed over her which she know it wasn’t one to be ignored, but there’s nothing she could’ve done about it. An admission; perhaps that’s exactly what it had been. She, however, had reasons a plenty to deny anything that could lead anyone to thinking they had any effect on her. Yet, she’s starting to wonder if he’d maybe be the exception to her rule. Perhaps, she’d be able to feel something more for him, but everytime she found herself thinking of Damian that way, something inside of her couldn’t help it but to bring Jensen into her mind, like it wouldn’t be fair to him. It’s a contradictory state; she knew Jensen didn’t care about her yet there’s nothing she would do to hurt him, but then as revengeful as she was, she wanted to do something about him picking her sister over her: something she’d never be able to forget, or leave behind. Mikayla knew it’d be foolish to even think of the other twin while here she was; having a perfectly good time with Damian, for she had suffered for far too long to spend the most minimal of times remembering the many times she’d wished for Jensen to look at her differently; she’d even have taken the cheesiest lines, anything would’ve been more than enough to cease her necessity, or at least for a while. A brief glance was thrown about their surroundings before her doing-so was interrupted by a further lessening of space between them, which forced her gaze to meet his. She let her eyes travel across Damian one last time— his nose, his lips, his eyes. It all seemed familiar yet somehow still unexplored. And it was then when all of her memories began to unravel; scenes from previous moments shared in their past flashed through her mind and then vanished, the spoken words and the closeness they’d have distorted and dreamlike. It hadn’t fully dawned on her yet that she was going through all this with him again; she closed her eyes as she felt an explosion of sensation run through her body, the music coming from the building became inaudible, and so did everything else around them. Suddenly, she could only hear her heartbeats that became faster by each second, and each breath taken as an attempt to push back any form of hesitation that could manage to present itself. At this point, the distance between them diminished once more, albeit it was her decision to do so this time; without any spoken word, without any admonition of any sort— her hand yearned to reach out, and so Mikayla lifted her hand to his cheek, touching his skin like it was the first time, and pulled him closer once again, but before her lips were grazed by his, she pressed her lips, an unnoticeable proof of hesitation that seemed to have lasted too long, when there was finally a gentle collision of their lips, whoever it did only last mere seconds; Kayla didn’t want Damian to overthink what was going on between them— it was only a kiss, and a kiss only, it didn’t mean anything, did it? No, of course not. It’d be an elaborate and whole-hearted lie if she’d ever attempt to claim that this particular guy hadn’t ever made her feel anything, especially not in the last couple of seconds. To her, however— it could no longer be said so unequivocally; there’s no possibility of any type of coldness directed towards him, there’s no lack of emotions; perhaps there were too many which terrified her to the very core of her being. A brief lowering of her chin was enough to introduce the slightest sigh to slip from between her lips, “We should go,” with one movement she’s back on her feet. The wind plucked at the dress, lifting the hem slowly up higher and higher, and while she tugged it back into its place, the girl finally said, “What are we doing now? You made me lose like three or four hours of being in there,” her lips rose in a smile while she pointed at where they’d been a few minutes ago before everything happened, but in all honesty, she knew it’s going to be much better being here with him than being inside without him.
I think the real point of the movies are that you can have an unhappy start, but it does not end there, you can have your happy ending no matter how hard the past was.
No, that’s bullshit. If first impressions matter then so do first starts, so if the start was an unhappy one, it’s most likely not going to have a happy ending. It’s called logic and realism.
Mikayla’s body was against his own, and the sole thought of that made his lips curve in an upwards motion, to finally end as a grin. Every move, every touch, every breathe seemed so right, and it was the first time in forever he could actually feel right when he was with her. No guilt, no remorse, no plans, just both of them dancing to the beat of the night. This time, he wanted to make this night his own, or more like their night. Damian knew her body, every curve, every detail, how it felt. His body belonged next to hers, and he knew it. He closed his eyes, getting drifted away by her movements, which seemed to be followed by his own. All they went through didn’t matter now, the only thing that mattered was that all of that lead up to this very moment, and that was all he needed to know. The trance was interrupted when Mikayla’s body seemed to pull apart, which caused a sudden harsh reaction in him. His view was unsteady but he could clearly see another guy, which seemed to be the reason she had pulled apart. He waited a few moments, which seemed to take ages, for her reaction. His jealousy was starting to kick in, running through his veins as a burning chemical that filled him up, he was about to explode. He watched every move, but he was still. You could hardly tell if he was breathing or not. As he saw Mikayla directing her sight towards him, he knew it was time to interpose. He tightened his fist, like he was ready for war. His hand wrapped her arm and pulled her away, but the guy had her trapped. A slight smirk started to show upon Damian’s face, it was clear he was up to no good. He got closer to the guy and grabbed him by the neck “Hands off, she’s mine” He said in a tone so deep it could crawl up in your bones and make you shiver. He pushed the guy away, who seemed already dozed off by the alcohol, music, and God know what more, and watched as his body hit the ground. The people around stared in despair, but the curly-haired boy made no sound. Instead, he looked back at Mikayla, who was just behind him. The confused looked on his face explained it all, mixed with the apathy that his body emanated. Their eyes locked for some moments, before he could smile. He made his way to her again, without a care in the world for who was watching “I’m sorry” He said against her ear “I just couldn’t see you with him” He said before he looked in her eyes again. His smirk was somehow mischievous, and his eyes were only looking at her. He was unaware that security was right behind him, threatening to take him out. As he turned to them, he could only laugh. He didn’t care anymore, he did what had to be done. The consequences were bad. The two bold guys took him up by both of his arms, and were directing him towards the exit. He turned around, with his smile still plastered on his face “I’ll wait for you outside, princess” He yelled over the music, hoping she would’ve heard him. He tried to fight them, but his body wouldn’t respond. As his body made it through the back door he felt as they detached their hands from his arms, and throw him into the street. He just stayed there, and closed his eyes “Mikayla..” Was all he could mumble.
Slightest movements aided in swirling her hair around in one of her manicured fingers, an inspected gaze fixated on the remaining scene that now presented itself before her; there he was. The constantly flashing lights had forbidden her to remember who the guy was, but now she could fully see him and the memory of him in itself made a shiver up her spine. Her heart began to beat faster, and everything inside of her began to tremble like the leaves of a tree rustled by an autumn breeze. Mikayla took a step back as an undeniable proof of her need to guard herself from him; and it was nothing new to her, as those few days she’d spent by his company, there was a constant sensation of fear. Him happened to be a man that went by the name of Luke. Just the other day when their fingers were linked and so were their lips, everything seemed to be just fine. Not that there was anything romantinc between them, but she thought he would work as Jensen’s replacement in her life. Jensen. Images of him flooded her mind unwittingly. Her story telling was interrupted by herself the moment she realized she’d been completely wrong, no one could ever be able to replace the one guy that was always there for her when he needed someone. At first it was all ‘fun’ with the guy whose name was the only thing she knew, she was just there with him for no purpose and it meant nothing, but then she realized what she’d gotten herself into and that’s when she decided to leave him, thing that had worked out but she never thought she’d have to see him ever again, yet here she was, standing closer to him than she’d have ever wanted, even if he wasn’t even around her. Her choice to have left with him once not so long ago had been nothing but an irrefutable mistake, yet there had never seemed to have been a better alternative; Jensen hadn’t been there when the decision was made, in fact, he’d been out of the map for a few days, and being her, she had the constant need of having someone hold her even if there were no feelings involved, or anything at all, just plain need. He was there at the right time, and so it had happened. All her focus was now back on Damian, momentarily ignoring the comment referring to who she belonged to, lips found themselves curving, her chin found itself tipping down; though not out of timidity by any means, but to gift herself with the ability to dissemble the fact that his comment had been the complete reason and fault of her now reddened cheeks. Her smile found itself returning, cautiously as she observed the crowd that had formed around the scene which seemed to be one more out of a movie than anything else. It took Mikayla a few seconds to realize what was actually going on, and when she did everything went blurry until she heard Damian call her own name, her gaze followed him before he’d disappeared of her sight, that’s when she decided it was time to do something. The guy who had been on the floor, was now back on his feet and looking at Kayla almost as if he knew she wanted to say something to him. Slow steps were taken in his direction, her legs were moving without her and she stepped closer to him until their legs were tangled. Her fear was now completely gone and she felt the one need to show him that she wasn’t scared, because there’s nothing he could do to her now, surrounded by all these people. “It was a good try,” she whispered against his ear with a tone that bursted out with how teasing she could be, before giving him the softest of kisses on the cheek, knowing that it’d drive him insane and not in a good way. Her shoulders rose in a shrug of innocence before she’d turn on her heel and started walking outside of the building. Before the last step was taken, her gaze focused one last time on Luke, who still hadn’t moved and there it was, a small smile graced her lips, accompanied by the wink of an eye. The moment she was about to leave the building, she saw the guards entering and had to avoid them; few moments later she saw Damian, “—I have no idea what you were talking about over there” A chin dipped, breaking the connection of gazes for just a brief moment, “I’m not yours,” the girl finally spoke when a soft giggle managed to escape her lips the moment her gaze went back to him. Her gaze leveled down with his own, chin held up in an act of full-fledged certainty, “What happened to the good, innocent Damian you so claimed to be?” As slow steps were taken in his direction, only coming to a halt at a foot or two to his side, she looked down at him as he’s still laying on the ground where she thought the guards had left him after kicking him out of the flashing building. Auburn-hues momentarily met his gaze and her smile seemed to increase in intensity, “You’re not going to stay there for the rest of the night, are you? Come on,” words that left her as soon as she offered him her hand to help him get up.
I wonder why Disney movies are so depressing.
They’re depressing because Disney wants to make a point, and that point is that there are no real happy endings. You can quote me.