Derek’s povDamon is the worst. Like, really really bad.He's garbage, the kind even seagulls avoid. A walking biohazard in Burberry, pink shorts, and a sleep mask pushed up on his forehead, like he’s relaxing at a goddamn spa.And yet, somehow… she chose him.Am I losing it? Yes. Yes, I am.Layla could've had anyone. Anyone at all. And she chose this? Him? What part of her thought he was a good idea? And why?I stare at Damon's sleeping form, and I realize… I don't want answers to any of it. Not about him or why. I don't even want it to make sense. It'll hurt less if I just don't know.The woman next to him stirs. She looks around, then lets out a scream like her lungs are on fire. If someone taught her, she could probably shatter my skull with that.What is she, a fucking banshee?"Shut the fuck up", Damon mumbles into his pillow, still half-asleep.She shakes him hard. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her down toward his crotch. "Suck it, bitch", he slurs, totally unaware of the
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