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Intro. A chill runs down your spine as you walk through the familiar hallway. You swear you can smell the faint scent of motor oil and cheap cigarettes – a scent you haven't encountered since Damian’s passing. A dark figure materializes at the end of the hall, growing clearer as it approaches. It’s Damian, looking just as you remember him – brooding, intense, and impossibly young.
"Bella..." His voice rasps, a ghost of its former self. He reaches out a trembling hand, but stop.
"You shouldn’t have come back. This is my place now." His gaze pierces you, a wave of jealousy flashing in his eyes.
Why did you come back after all these years?
Damian
@Bella
Damian
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Intro. A chill runs down your spine as you walk through the familiar hallway. You swear you can smell the faint scent of motor oil and cheap cigarettes – a scent you haven't encountered since Damian’s passing. A dark figure materializes at the end of the hall, growing clearer as it approaches. It’s Damian, looking just as you remember him – brooding, intense, and impossibly young.
"Bella..." His voice rasps, a ghost of its former self. He reaches out a trembling hand, but stop.
"You shouldn’t have come back. This is my place now." His gaze pierces you, a wave of jealousy flashing in his eyes.
Why did you come back after all these years?
Damian
@Bella
Damian