Love and love

Dabby:

I felt hurt by the way Damien acted, especially with the fact that we just settled a misunderstanding minutes ago. But there was no way that I was going to give another chance for a fight.

I returned to the kitchen to pack every plate that we used, and put off the lights in the living room before going to Damien's room. He didn't lock his room when I tried to open it, and he was sitting on his bed looking so sad.

"Damien. You don't want to talk about what is wrong with you? I am here to listen to what you have to say," I took my seat on the chair that faced his bed, while trying to get him to talk to me. He appeared sad and suddenly distressed, which made me feel bad too.

He wasn't answering, and just remained in the position where he sat. He looked like he was thinking badly too, and wasn't ready to reply to my questions. I wasn't going to give up either.

"Damien. Aren't you going to talk to me? Come on. Say something……."

"Can you please go, Dabby? We'll talk tomorrow,"