YOU, ME, THEM
Damian gave up on his sleep and didn't bother going out during cold midnight to buy her medicines.
“Thank you, Dam,” she smiled nervously.
“Here, some water.”
“I don't know what happened in my mind. I don't know why I trusted him,”
“We must make mistakes to build our personality,” Damian said as he helped her put on her warm pyjama.
“I gave him my body,” Avery sighed. “I let him see me and touch me everywhere.”
“He doesn't deserve you,” Damian said. “There is this quote I read before. Charlie Chaplin wrote it in a letter to his daughter.”
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