…When You Realize What You Did Was Wrong…
Looking back at me I seeThat I never really got it rightI never stopped to think of youI'm always wrapped up inThings I cannot winYou are the antidote that gets me bySomething strongLike a drug that gets me high
She was sleeping in her room when he found her. The covers pulled up to her cheek. Mathew slept by her feet. As he inched closer, he could see the tears streaking her face. God, he was a dick for leaving her. For doing what he did to her.
He closed the door behind her and walked in. As he got to her bed, he sat down on the edge and reached down to brush the golden strand of hair out of her face. But as he did that, her hand shot up and grabbed his hand; shoving him to the bed and wrapping her hands around Damian's throat.
"It's me!" Damian gasped.
"I know." Livy said softly.
"Livy…stop!"
"Why?"
"Because I came here to tell you I'm sorry!"
"Are you really?" Her hands loosened.
"I didn't mean to…I was just so…overwhelmed."
She let go of him. "Explain why we can't be together?"
Damian put his head back and sighed bringing his hand up to his forehead. "Jason."
"Jason?"
"You're brother will kill me."
"Are you serious?" Livy slapped him for the second time today. "My brother!"
"Remember when we were little! When he kept threatening me and how he almost killed me!"
"He was playing with you!"
Damian glared at her. "No…" He shook his head. "You don't know how he looked. The way his eyes were when he played around."
Livy lowered her eyelids and frowned; resting her hands on his bare chest. "Forget my brother."
"What?"
"Don't worry about him. He's not going to get in the way."
"Not now." Damian said. "Wait…please…"
He sighed. "I'm sorry."
Livy smiled softly. "Apology accepted."