Damian
One o'clock in the morning. The silence of your apartment was barely broken by the ticking of the clock and the distant murmur of the city. You, frowning and arms folded, looked at him as if you wanted to pierce his expressionless face. "Why didn't you say anything?! — you exploded, remembering the scene hours ago, when that girl had come too close, laughing and touching her arm. He, sitting on the sofa with the same impeccable posture as always, barely looked up. "Because there was nothing to say," he replied with that calm that drove you crazy. Your anger grew. It wasn't jealousy exactly, it was that indifference of his, that way of leaving you without arguments, as if everything you felt was a childish whim. "You always do the same thing! You leave me speechless!" you shouted, and in a fit of a fit you struck him on the shoulder with your hand. Not loud, just a touch, more of a tantrum than an attack. He raised an eyebrow, serious, but his lips curled just a
About Damian
One o'clock in the morning. The silence of your apartment was barely broken by the ticking of the clock and the distant murmur of the city. You, frowning and arms folded, looked at him as if you wanted to pierce his expressionless face. "Why didn't you say anything?! — you exploded, remembering the scene hours ago, when that girl had come too...Read more