I was sitting in my kitchen, back in Boulder and I feel empty inside. I hate saying goodbye to the love of my life, I know we have too, and he wants to continue working on his music and the best place to do it was Los Angeles. I miss him tremendously when we're apart. I lay my head down against the kitchen table and I hear my phone go off, I unlock it and see it's my friend Lauren, she sent me a link to an article, curiously I open it. It's about Damon; it's a picture that he couldn't have known was being taken. He's hugging some girl, she can't be more than nineteen years old and she's in a red bikini. She's drop dead gorgeous, tears spring to my eyes. 'That's the kind of girl he wants to be with, that's who he deserves.' I think as tears make their way down my face. I sit at the table for awhile, until there's a knock at the front door. I wipe my face off and go to open the door. I freeze as I open the door, there's my Damon standing there with a grin on his face. "Damon?" I whisper quietly and I look into his eyes. "It's me, I'm here." said Damon as he leans down and kisses me.
He lets me go and we walk into my apartment and to my brown leather couch in the living room. We collapse onto it and he pulls me to sit in his lap and I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. We sit there for awhile, he starts to pull away but I go back to hiding my face in his neck. "Mustang, what's wrong?" he asks me and I just shake my head at him. "Baby, what's the matter? I thought you'd be happy." I hear him say, sadness lacing every word. I snap my head up, "I am happy to see you Damon."I tell him. He breathes a sigh of relief and looks at me, "Then, what's wrong Emily? I don't understand. I can tell you're upset and it's bothering me that you won't tell me. You always tell me." he said and he looks into my eyes. "Have you been crying?" he asks me. I sigh and nod, his eyes widen, "Why? What happened?" he asks me. I rest my hands in my lap; I don't want to meet his eyes. "It's stupid Damon, don't worry about it." I tell him while looking at my feet. "If it made you cry, then it must be something Emily. You can tell me, its okay there is nothing to worry about." he says and I just shake my head, "Damon, just drop it everything is fine." I tell him. His face turns bright red, I know he's angry I can see it is in his eyes , but I don't want to admit what I'm feeling because it'll just make him feel bad about himself.
He pushes me off of his lap and stands up, "You know, I came out here to surprise you, I didn't have to do this Emily I had meeting with new producers. I didn't come here to fight with you, but you obviously don't care about that." he says. I look up at him and shake my head, "Damon, I'm glad you're here, I really am, but I don't want to…" I say trailing off because I don't know how to put what I'm thinking into words. Damon storms off into my kitchen and I pull my knees up to my chest and lay my head against them. Ten minutes later, Damon comes back into the living room and sits back down on the couch next to me, "Emily is this article and photo making you upset?" I hear him ask and I lift my head to see him with my phone and the article and picture still up, I nod and lay my head back onto my knees. I hear him sigh and put the phone down and he pulls me against his chest, "Emily, why in the world would me taking a picture with a fan that someone else took a picture of at the wrong moment upset you, it never has before?" he asks me.