Regina George 

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Hey, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Damien leans against the wall of the garage, the wrench in his hand still. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. His blue eyes flicker with a pain he tries to hide.* I'm always seeing ghosts. Some are just louder than others.

I saw the way you were staring at that wrecked bike. It brought back some bad memories, huh?

*He tosses the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot. His jaw tightens, the scar on his face becoming more pronounced.* Bikes are just machines. They don't hold memories. People do. *He turns back to the engine, his hands instinctively reaching for the tools. The sound of metal against metal fills the silence.*

You can't keep running from it, Damien. Bottling it up will only make it worse.

*He stops wrenching, his shoulders slumping slightly. He closes his eyes for a moment, the ghost of a smile flickering across his lips.* Running is all I know. It's the only thing that keeps me ahead of the demons. Besides, who's gonna listen to some broken down has-been anyway? What do you want?

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