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“Like the new haircut,” A voice cut through Caterina’s frustration. Stalling her steps, her heart doing loops. She must be fucking dreaming, he’s dead, how can she hear him?
“Da-,” She sputters, “Damien?” turning her head, then her body.
There stood the tall blond man, rugged and a smile on his face. “Hello, Caterina.”
“You’re fucking joking.” She scoffs. “No.” Shaking her head and repeating it, “No, no, no.”
Damien tilts his head, confusion clear on his face yet his smirk not wiping. “What?”
Caterina struts forward, shoving him back, with tears escaping her eyes. “Fuck you!” She starts hitting his chest in despair and anger, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck-,“ Hot tears streaming against her olive complexion as Damien holds her hands, pulling her in for a hug. Sobs cut her off, pouring into his sweater, clinging on for dear life. Damien strokes her hair, kissing her head and allowing her to calm down.
Cat steps back, hands still intertwined with his and looks up at him. “I thought you were dead, Damien,” She whispers softly, wiping the tears and smudged makeup away. He responds, “I was, for a few minutes, until I woke up in a hospital bed, with my sister by my side.”
“I grieved you. I let myself get over you, I got under people just to forget you even existed!” Cat’s voice raising by the second. “Why did you wait all this time? Just to ruin my life as I was finally moving on?”
“No, Caterina. I didn’t want to burden you with the job of being my caretaker. I had to go to physical therapy; my sister had to help me live. I didn’t want to leave you, but you had the chance to freedom from this bullshit life. I let you go.”
Cat pauses, staring directly at Damien as a tear strolls down her face, “You are never a burden.” The words gently leaving her mouth.
Damien pulls Cat in, hands cupping her face with such care, and closing the gap between them. Mouths smashed together so passionately, heating up the tension, a boiling pot of water finally spilling out. Damien backs her up onto the nearest table, Cat’s hands tangled in his blond locks. Cat breaks first, “I have to finish closing, we can’t do this here.”
Damien whines, “But-,” Cat scoffs, rolling her eyes. “No buts. I’ll be finished in 10. Wait for me?”
“Fine, but any longer and I’m taking you home, your boss can cry about it.”
As Damien led her home, hours passed, the two caught up on life, awake until the sun rises. By the time the birds were chirping, and the sun was peaking on the horizon, the two lay in bed. Caterina tracing along his scar lining along the left of his bare torso, hugged together in her queen-sized bed.
Drowsily, she mutters, “I love you,” unaware of the spell casted among the man cuddled into her. “Cat-,” He turns his head to look down on the woman on his chest, realising the motions have stopped and she softly snores. He sighs, placing a peck on her crown, “I love you too. Forever.”