Dima didn't stop running until he was inside his room. Locking the door, he laid on the bed face down. Never did he think that a day would come when he would berate himself. He felt utterly foolish right then.

Feeling for someone and falling for someone had never been easy for Dimitri, so whenever those two Fs took place in his life, the third F automatically follows - F for Fuck his life. To know that the only people who managed to give him those feels and made him fall(on his face, not romantically) were both werewolves. His tool ex and Chris 'the cool ass,' both were hazardous.

After giving the situation at hand a lot of thought, he decided it was time for some damage control. Staying away from the person you desperately want to stay away from had never worked for our ancestors in the past and it won't ever work for us in the present. What next, now? What should Dima do about the problem called Chris?

Chris. The name played only the good images from the day before in his mind. The heart wants what it wants. His heart didn't care that the previous day also had some bad memories attached to it – memories of his feelings not getting returned. Regardless, one of the good images was of the Karaoke that Chris took him to after dinner. It was the last part of their date where they just sat back, relaxed and had a few drinks. One thing that wasn't a part of their plan was singing. Dima remembered everything vividly.

They got up after paying for food. There was no fight as he didn't insist on paying. Why would he? Chris was the one to ask him out on a date. Dima wanted to convince himself that he wasn't a willing participant, so he did that the petty way – he made Chris pay, double entendre intended.

"Finally, I'll be home and away from you," Dima commented with an exaggerated sigh.

"Wrong darling, we still have a place left to go."

"Where?"

Chris didn't answer, just took Dima's hand in his and moved further into the diner and through a door at the end.

"Wow!" Dima couldn't help but exclaim at the scene in front of him. The ambiance of the Karaoke room they entered was refreshing and vibrant. He was impressed.

Chris pulled Dima to the sitting area and they took a seat. Ordering drinks, they enjoyed watching people sing their hearts out, some in melodious voices, some in bearable voices and some sung like a dying frog. Both men laughed, cheered, whistled and clapped while drinking.

The vampire was enjoying the show in front of them, even after his episode from before. It happened when Chris rested his head on his shoulder and slept during the movie earlier and Dima ran his hand through the sleeping man's hair.

Back to the present, Dima was having the time of his life until Chris nominated him for singing next. One moment, Chris was telling him 'Go, Dimitri' and in the next, the whole crowd started chanting 'Dimitri' repeatedly when the vampire didn't budge. He wasn't about to look like a fool alone, so he dragged Chris along. They shared a mic and sang. At one point, Chris started singing in a woman's voice. It was so funny, the patrons present there were almost rolling on the floor laughing.

Dima was so happy.

Reality slapping him on the face brought him back out of the memories of last night. The reality was that the man he was feeling butterflies for crushed him with one sentence and that man only wanted him to sate his needs. It was all lust. Dima could only wish and pray that the thoughts of Chris would stop consuming him.

A shuddery breath escaped my trembling lips,
I was drowning
My eyes dilated, looking all around me
My brown orbs screaming for help
My lungs were filled,
I was suffocating
Legs shaking, feet unsteady
I was losing air
I was drowning
I was drowning on land,
Drowning in my thoughts.

A drowning man can only do one thing - wait for a devil in a boat to pass by.

Where are you my guardian devil?

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