Damien’s P.O.V
“Come on, man, just tell me why you broke up with him.” Corey whined to me, hanging onto the door of my locker. I gave him a heated glare then rolled my eyes, jerked the locker out of his grasp and slammed it shut.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I grumbled, turning to walk away. Three weeks. It’s been three weeks and it still feels like I broke up with Knightly a few hours ago. I can’t sleep well knowing that he’s outside, in the chilly night, waiting for the moment I open the window. Every night since that night he has shown up at my window, begging me to understand. Sometimes he just shows up and sits there quietly, staring out to the sky like a guard dog. I shivered in disgust. Bad comparison.
“Dude, you have to talk about it sometime! You’re miserable, he’s miserabl
