It was almost midnight, and Damon was chilling beside his outside pool with his sister, James, and Brianna. Today, he had a couple of deals and hurt some people that weren't really obedient to him. It wasn't something unusual for him, even if his mind was lost all day. Abigail, the one and only! He had to do something immediately if he wanted to continue his life peacefully.

Damon lay back and tried to relax in the hanging chair that was decorating his garden. His fingers were wrapped around a glass of Pornstar Martini. The day was really tiring, and it was one of those days that he was jealous of Deetra. All she had was to stay home and waste money around. Of course, she was helping him when he required a hand, but today he had everything under control, to Deetra's surprise. He was way better at his job after rehab, and he could see why. Too much alcohol and drugs never did any good.

He tried to have small sips from his drink so he doesn't go downhills again. Out of a sudden, he was a fan of sugary alcoholic drinks. Damon had a bad feeling, though, and felt that something was wrong. That feeling had to do nothing with Brianna's eyes that were on his silhouette the whole night. She was always smiling and giggling while looking at him, but he didn't care. His phone vibrated for a rough second; he narrowed his eyes in confusion, staring at its screen.

A new message had popped up from an unknown number. He raised his eyebrow, opening the message, not knowing what to expect. Damon read the message, but the ending left him speechless.

"Hello dAMon, I was wondering if I could meet you tonight, around one am in Hyde Park. I need to give you something."

The drug baron had no idea who had sent him the message and didn't know if he wanted to find out. He focused on the capital letters in his name, understanding that the sender wanted to leave him a message about possibly their identity.

Damon's blood ran cold, and his arteries were filled with adrenaline. He gulped; his oesophagus had a sour taste now. He tried to put the phone back in his pocket, but his hand was trembling like crazy. "Abigail Miller...." he whispered to himself. It couldn't be Abigail; that can't be true. Why would Abigail want to meet him? She had no reason at all, plus Felix was always behind her arse.

"What did you say, Damon?"

Brianna asked, making him jump and look at her and then at James. He gulped again, trying to answer, but his vocal cords were long gone. A knot was formed in his stomach, and he had no idea what to say or do. He stood up and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was still too early to leave and say some lame excuse.

"I uh... There's been some business I need to attend to, unfortunately, and I have to go; I hope you all have fun this fine evening."

"Is everything alright?"

Deetra sipped some of her wine and glared at her brother; her face was serious, and she seemed upset. Damon decided not to say anything to her.

"Yes, don't worry."

"Can I help in any way?"

James added while finishing his Pina Colada; Damon chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'll be fine; if I need anything, I'll give someone a call."

James licked his lips, and his eyes followed Damon's steps, who were taking him to his bedroom.

Damon decided to change his clothes, just in case, he was meeting Abigail. He wore a better and more expensive and suit and sighed, fixing his hair. Maybe he was right; perhaps it was Abigail! She may miss him and decided she wanted to return back and stay with him forever. He sprayed some nice cologne and ran to the garage.

He took his favourite motorbike and rushed to the centre with a smile on his lips. In the end, luck may be by his side. He parked it a square away from the park; Damon was jumping from his happiness. The drug baron was lost in his daydreaming when he stepped into Hyde Park. Damon looked around; he was all alone. He was confused and glared at his watch; it was quarter to one.

"Hello, Damon."

Damon jumped a bit from the sudden female voice; he breathed deeply and turned around. Soon, he faced a woman that's been a while since he met. A sweet smile took over his lips; he felt anxious, like meeting a school crush. On the other hand, Abigail was looking around, in fear anyone will see her with Damon this late.

"Hello, Abigail... How can I help you?"

Damon was grinning with his hands in the pockets; he was already flirty with her. He could see some fear in her eyes, he chuckled.

"I... Well..."

"Why so scared? Fear that Robinson or your little boyfriend will see us?"

"He's not my boyfriend anymore, Damon...."

"Oh..!"

Damon's eyes sparkled in hope. He was dipped in joy; now that Mason was out of the way, he actually had a chance with Abigail! He could take her by his side and make Felix regret what he did to his friend. Damon could protect Abigail and keep her away from her boss; he just needed her to say it.

Abigail handed an envelope to Damon with both of her hands and a shy glare. He glared at her, confused but held it between his fingers before opening it. He was left speechless, frozen in his position when he faced the inside text.

"Wedding? You're... getting... married."

"Yes... To Mason..."

"How did this... When did..."

Damon couldn't talk; he couldn't explain what he wanted to say. His feelings died in seconds, and he couldn't close his eyes. They were stuck on the word "Wedding" printed on the paper with big calligraphic letters.

"He proposed to me yesterday... Mason is really quick with all the things we have to take care of for the wedding... I don't know if this will be the final wedding invitation, but I wanted you to have one."

"T-Thank you..?"

Damon's head was spinning; his eyes were automatically ready to tear. The paper in his hands felt thin, and it was shaking because of his hands. He was late, too late. There wasn't going back, now. The chances to end up with her were even lower now, almost zero. He had lost the only person he ever truly loved. Damon's realizations were coming one by one slowly to his mind. He would never see Abigail again; he would never touch or kiss her again. Damon felt trapped, ignoring every one of her words. They all sounded blurry anyways. His heart was aching, along with the butterflies in his stomach. A walking corpse. His worst enemy was love from the start.

"Damon? Are you okay?"

"I don't understand... You hated the idea of marriage; you were always saying that you'll never get married! So many things changed in the last ten years!?"

"Damon...."

"You like yellow because it reminds you of the autumn leaves, and you jump a bit when you get excited! You always wanted a golden retriever, and you would name him Thunder! I remember every little detail about you, and you still chose him!"

Abigail was silent; she looked down, embarrassed. She couldn't even remember all these facts about herself.

"D-Damon..."

"What does he have that I don't!? I need to know, Abigail! I need to know what I have to do to win you back!"

He held both her hands in desperation. His heart was beating fast, and she was starring at him as he was waiting for a response. She wanted to hug him but decided not to do it. She shouldn't; it wasn't right.

"... It's too late, Damon."

"It's never too late for anything! I thought I'd die sooner or later from a stupid overdose, but here I am, bloody clean from alcohol and cocaine!"

"HOPKINS!"
Her voice echoed through the park, thankfully it was night, and they wouldn't receive any strange glares this time. He left her hands down and took some steps back. In Abigail's eyes, Damon looked hopeless. He couldn't understand that simply he can't have anything he wants every time. He wouldn't understand the reason she's staying with Mason either.

"... Is this our goodbye?"

"It feels like a goodbye."

"Can I confess something?"

"Go ahead."

"After we finished high school, there were nights where I was regretting never confessing to you, nights that I cursed myself that I was afraid of Mason. I thought I had lost you forever, and now so many years later, life gives me another chance, and I... I messed it up again. I am such a bloody loser. Robinson was right; the good guys always win in the end."

"Damon...."

"Goodbye, Abigail. Hopefully, we'll be together in another lifetime."

Damon took some steps back before turning away. He walked away from the park to his motorbike, but he could see Abigail in the distance. She was still in the park, just sitting on a bench. Maybe she regretted the marriage; perhaps she regretted not chasing him. Damon never learned what she felt that night. No one ever knew.

He returned home; it was empty. He sat on the couch and left the envelope beside him. The anger had reached its final level. Damon heard a couple of steps and saw Brianna sit beside him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Where's everyone?"

"Deetra and James went to bed, and I stayed here as I wasn't that sleepy. You look pale. Are you alright?"

Brianna's eyes fell on the envelope; she grabbed it gently.

"Can I?"

"Go ahead for all I care."

She opened it and studied it, soon understanding it was a wedding invitation. She couldn't understand Damon's behaviour until she read the names.

"Mason Cox and Abigail- Oh no... Shit, Damon, I am sorry-"

"No need for sorry, Brianna. I dug my own grave; I don't know what I was expecting."

"Um... Can I light up your mood in any way?"

He sighed and took a cigarette out of his package before pushing it between his lips with tears streaming down his tears. He didn't answer her question, simply ignored it.

"Um... Damon? Are you... crying?"

"No. Crying is for weak little boys."

"Crying is not a weakness, playboy. Who told you such a thing?"

"My father."

"Jason wasn't the brightest star in the sky."

She lied back and crossed her arms with a sigh; Brianna wasn't wrong. She knew everything about his father because of Deetra. She hated him with a passion and wished he was dead.

After finishing his cigarette, Damon read the envelope's content one last time before going outside to the garden. Brianna followed him hesitantly, not knowing what he had in mind.

Damon lit up his lighter with a soft smile and brought the envelope close to it. Brianna was starring with fully opened eyes in shock, thinking he will cause a fire. As soon as it caught fire, Damon started having a more giant grin on his lips; fire was his way of coping. He was burning everything in his path that was causing him problems, and this wedding caused a big one.

A small fire existed in the garden now, and if anything happened to Deetra's flowers, she would burn him alive in his own personal fire. When it extinguished, he sighed with sad eyes and looked at Brianna, who was still glaring at the burned down papers.

"Wanna have sex?"

"Damon, are you kidding me? You're not stable right now -"

Damon had already wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to his body with force. She stopped her from saying more by giving her a deep kiss. The kiss made her shut up as her eyes were on him, starring silently.

"That's what I thought. C'mon, I need to relieve my anger somewhere, and you're such a good girl that'd be a shame to not give you a treat."

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