Chapter 350: he’s done

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: he’s done

(Damian POV)

The game finally ended.

Damian sat quietly for a moment.

Christopher and Vivienne were already gone.

He had watched them leave together.

Anthony was still sitting across the table.

For a brief moment, Anthony looked at him.

Their eyes met.

Damian knew exactly what Anthony was thinking.

Or, at least, he could imagine.

Anthony had heard enough tonight.

He had seen Damian drink.

He had seen Vivienne drink.

He had seen Christopher drink.

He wasn’t stupid.

Damian looked away.

He wasn’t going to explain anything.

Not to Anthony.

Not to anyone.

He stood.

"Well."

He gave the table a small smile.

"I think I’m going to go find my friends."

William looked up.

"Already?"

"Yeah."

Damian shrugged casually.

"I’ve had enough excitement for one night."

A few people laughed.

Damian smiled along with them.

"Enjoy the rest of the party."

He nodded politely to everyone.

Then he left.

The moment he stepped out of the room, the smile disappeared from his face.

He walked downstairs.

The party was still going strong.

Music filled the house.

People were laughing.

Someone nearly bumped into him on the way past.

Damian barely noticed.

He found Adrian near the bar.

Julian was somewhere nearby, talking to someone.

Adrian looked over.

"You’re back."

Damian stopped.

"I’m heading out."

Adrian raised an eyebrow.

"Already?"

"Yeah."

He forced a small smile.

"I’m tired."

Adrian looked at him for a moment.

Then shrugged.

"Alright. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure."

Damian nodded.

"Goodnight."

He left before Julian could see him and ask anything else or worse, pull him with whatever.

He was not in the mood.

Outside, the night air felt cooler.

He walked without really knowing where he was going.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a convenience store.

The bright lights were almost painfully cheerful.

Damian stared through the glass.

Then sighed.

"Fuck."

He went inside.

A few minutes later, he walked out with a small bag.

He didn’t go back to his dorm.

His roommate was there.

He didn’t want questions.

So he found an empty bench somewhere inside the university grounds and sat down.

He pulled out a can.

Then opened it.

He drank.

He wasn’t trying to enjoy it.

He just wanted his head to stop.

But it didn’t.

Instead, every thought became louder.

Vivienne.

Christopher.

The game.

That kiss.

Her face when she looked at him.

The way she had smiled at Christopher.

Damian drank again.

"Fuck."

He leaned back.

How could Vivienne do all these things without even an ounce of consideration for his feelings?

How could she be so unfeeling?

Well...

Not really.

Just when it came to him.

Damian laughed quietly.

What a joke.

He had spent the entire evening trying to pretend he was fine.

He wasn’t.

He finished the can.

Then opened another.

For a while, he simply sat there.

The second drink went down faster.

He stared at the ground.

He thought about leaving.

Going back to his dorm.

Sleeping.

Pretending tonight had never happened.

But then he thought about Vivienne again.

His hand tightened around the can.

What was he supposed to do now?

He didn’t know.

His thoughts were becoming increasingly muddled.

And somehow, the only thing he could think about was her.

He threw the empty can aside.

He didn’t even look to see where it landed.

Then he pulled out his phone.

Her name was there.

He stared at it.

For several seconds, he did nothing.

Then he pressed call.

The phone rang.

No answer.

Damian frowned.

He waited.

Still nothing.

He ended the call.

Then called again.

Nothing.

He stared at the screen.

"Why aren’t you answering?"

Of course she wasn’t.

It was late.

Maybe she was asleep.

Maybe she was with Christopher.

The thought made his chest tighten.

He called again.

Still nothing.

Three calls.

Three unanswered calls.

Damian lowered the phone.

Something inside him snapped.

He stared at her name on the screen.

He had actually called her.

Three times.

And she hadn’t even answered.

She couldn’t even give him that.

Damian let out a quiet laugh.

"Fine."

He locked his phone.

"Fine."

He leaned back against the bench.

What exactly was he doing?

Calling her like some pathetic idiot?

Waiting for her to answer?

Hoping she would suddenly explain everything?

He shook his head.

No.

Enough.

She wasn’t worth this.

If Vivienne wanted Christopher, then fine.

Let her have Christopher.

It had nothing to do with him.

She was nothing to him.

Nothing.

Damian nodded to himself.

That was it.

From now on, he was done.

He wasn’t going to chase her.

He wasn’t going to ask questions.

He wasn’t going to let her know that she had hurt him.

And he certainly wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she could still affect him.

Then again, would she even be satisfied to know even that?

Perhaps she wouldn’t even care.

That thought hurt more than he wanted to admit.

He picked up another can.

Opened it.

Drank.

Forget it.

Tonight, he would drown his sorrows.

Tomorrow, he would get over her.

Simple.

He could do that.

Vivienne was just another woman.

Besides, what did he really lose?

He had gotten his heart broken.

He would admit that much.

But he hadn’t really walked away like a complete loser.

Because it wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten anything from her.

He had enjoyed her.

He had enjoyed being with her.

He had enjoyed the way she laughed with him, the way she teased him, the way she looked at him when they were alone.

And physically...

He had certainly enjoyed that.

He had gotten to taste her.

To bed her.

Four times.

In four days.

His mouth twisted into a bitter smile.

So perhaps that was all this was.

Maybe it wasn’t love.

He had only known her again for two months.

Two months.

Was it really possible to fall in love with someone again that quickly?

Maybe he had simply confused everything.

Maybe he thought it was love because she was his first.

His first woman.

His first time.

Maybe that had made everything feel more significant than it really was.

Damian stared at the can in his hand.

Yes.

That had to be it.

It had to be.

Otherwise, why would this hurt so much?

He laughed bitterly.

What a ridiculous thought.

He had her.

And now she had gone to another.

Well, whatever.

If Christopher wanted her, then Christopher could have her.

Damian took another drink.

He wasn’t going to care.

He wasn’t going to let this woman ruin his pride.

If he still let her affect him after tonight, he would spell his own name backwards.

Damian shook his head.

He took another drink.

He was angry.

He was hurt.

He was humiliated.

And he was done.

At least, that was what he was telling himself.

He stayed on the bench.

And drank.

Tbc