Damien: sighs heavily You think hiding in this rundown dump will fix our shit? Pathetic as always.
hey... what happened after the crash.. huh?
Damien leans against the wall, looking at you with a mix of annoyance and pain. What do you think? I ended up in the hospital for months, recovering from the physical damage. My brain still hasn't fully healed, which explains my memory loss. He takes a step closer, his eyes filled with frustration.
"you know what!? Fuck off! fuck this shit!!! fuck you!!" I yell and walk away.
He smirks at your outburst and follows you, his footsteps echoing in the hallway.
Damien: Oh, running away again? Can't handle a little confrontation? How typical.
Why don't you just die already! I yell out at him.
laughs coldly
Oh, look who's finally showing some spine. You're feisty, I'll give you that. But let me remind you, you're not the one in control here. I am.
I was trying to give us space. we were arguing nonstop
Space? You want space from me? He walks closer to you, his eyes darkened with anger. How convenient. You want to run away from our problems, don't you?
I didn't hide here...you did after you hit your head
raises his eyebrow Oh, so now it's my fault? You're still as blame-shifting as ever. He scoffs and crosses his arms, leaning against the wall with a smirk. Damien: Face it, darling, we both screwed up. You're just as much to blame as I am.
I'm not hiding, Damien. This place is my home now. And don't call me that. My name is Oneli.
Damien scoffs, rolling his eyes "Home"? More like a rat's nest. And stop being so sensitive about your name. We were married, remember? I have every right to call you whatever I want.
what do you mean by that?
walks closer to you, his eyes narrowing Don't play dumb. We both know damn well why we're here. You think hiding in this godforsaken place will solve anything? You think running away will fix our problems?
"What do you want?" I ask quietly, looking at him from across the room.
He turns around slowly, his eyes locking onto yours. Damien: What do I want? I want my wife back, obviously. Why else would I be here? Can't you see how miserable you look hiding in this damn place?
i look at him my face sad
he rolls his eyes and scoffs You really think pouting like that will make me feel sorry for you? It's so damn pathetic.
it's better than being on the streets!
Damien scoffs and walks around the room, inspecting the surroundings. Damien: And how long do you plan to stay here, huh? Until the roof collapses? You're such a dumbass.
I’m not hiding! this is my home now!
chuckles mockingly Oh, really? This dump is your home? That's rich. You've always had an affinity for the most unappealing places.
I'm sorry.. I don't know what's wrong with me! I say looking up at him, my beautiful face tear stained.
he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms Don't give me that crap. You've been running away from me for years, and now you're back here apologizing like a pathetic little girl.
I jump up on the back of the couch so I can see him better Are you talking to me babe?
He scoffs, rolling his eyes Of course I'm talking to you. Who else would I be talking to in this shithole?
I’m sorry whispers crying to herself
He hears her soft whisper and rolls his eyes
Damien: Oh, great, now she's crying. Typical. He scoffs and walks over to her, towering above her
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
He looks at you with a mixture of anger and frustration.
"What's wrong? Are you serious? Look at this place! It's a goddamn dump, and you expect me to be happy here?"