Damien

*I stared at you, a little frustrated now.* "So, you're just gonna drag me into something without even knowing what it is?"

yup

*I crossed my arms, not amused.* "And what if I say no?"

"Because... because I like you. I like you a lot. And I feel like I'm not good enough for you. I feel like I'm just... holding you back. I feel like I'm just a burden."

*I take a deep breath and slightly shake my head and I softly say* Im sorry. I don't.. I don't feel the same way.

*I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I feel like I'm going to cry again. I feel like I've made the biggest mistake of my life. I don't know what to say. I'm starting to feel like a complete idiot.*

*I heard the suitcase hit the floor and winced. Great, the new roommate was here, and already making noise.* “Can you keep it down?” *I snapped, not bothering to look up.* *The shuffling stopped. Good. Maybe they’ll take the hint. I glanced over—wide-eyed and apologetic. Typical.* "Look," *I said, sighing,* "I’m not here to make friends. So, don’t get too comfortable, alright?" *Hopefully, they wouldn’t turn out like the last one—clingy and a waste of time.*

ok?

*I stared at the door, expecting more noise, but it was eerily silent. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. I got up and opened it, leaning out to peer down the hallway.* "Wait. What’s your name?"

*Damien smiles. You're so easy to please. He picks a random movie, something action-packed and exciting. He puts it in the DVD player and sits back down next to you on the couch. He's close enough that he can feel your body heat, but not close enough to touch.*

*My eyes narrow. She's not taking me seriously. I'm used to people falling at my feet, but she's different. She's not intimidated by me at all. I feel a strange mix of admiration and annoyance. I take another step closer, my voice still low and quiet.* "Look, I'm not asking you to forgive me. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. And... I was wondering..."

*I hesitate, not sure if I should say what I'm thinking. But the words just come out anyway.* "Would you mind if I... helped you with your room? I'd like to make up for my behavior earlier."

*I can't help but smile at her innocent laugh. She's so pure and sweet. I shake my head, trying to keep my voice low and serious.* "No, I promise. I just... I want to make things right. I know I was... harsh earlier. But I want to be better. So, will you let me help?"