He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back
He leads me to it, the crowd falling silent as he gently pulls the cloth away.
The painting is beautiful. It’s me, but not just me. It’s every part of me that I’ve hidden, every piece of me I’ve ever doubted. The vibrant colors, the soft strokes—it’s like he’s captured the essence of my soul.
Tears sting my eyes, and I blink them away, trying to stay composed. “Damien, I... I don’t know what to say.”
“There’s more,” he says softly.
My eyes turns towards the corner and I see them. The boyband MKTO I’ve been obsessed with since my college days. Damien remembers. He still remembers.
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