Wayne Manor, Damian's Room
8:01p.m.

[DAMIAN'S POV]

Me: (walked out of the closet)

I changed my clothes into something more comfortable because the tshirt I was wearing was itchy. I felt the need to breathe in some fresh air so I made my way towards the balcony. I push the sliding doors open and walked out. I crossed my arms, close my eyes, lift my chin into the air and inhale the cool wind blowing through Gotham City. It felt good to be out of that hospital. I don't think I could ever get used to the smell of iodoform. I open my eyes to look at the sky.

The sky seemed beautiful tonight. There were billions and billions of stars twinkling high up in the sky. And I swear I just saw a shooting star.
      I guess it's true what they say... only in the darkest night, can we see the brightest stars. I've never really stop to take in the view of nature... tonight was my first.
      I got back into my room, not bothering to close the sliding door back. I didn't had anything to do. Or the right sentence would be, I didn't feel like doing anything. I switched off the lights and lay back on the bed. I closed my eyes and hope to fall asleep before I fall into piece again.

About 15 minutes later..

?: Dami?

Dami? Wait... did someone just-- I know I heard someone or something called my name.... but I didn't get up.. assuming it was just a dream that called me.

Lights On

The moment I noticed the lights came on, I knew it wasn't me who turned them on. I quickly jumped up to see who or what turned it on. Judging from who is standing just a little farther in front of me, it looked alot like... Jon??? but I couldn't be sure because my eyes were blurry from sleeping. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. It is, Jon... in my room.... why????

Jon: Damian? (Tears welling up)

I kept my eyes on Jon's as I slowly got out of bed. The small amount of tears in his eyes increases as he walks closer to me. In a blink of an eye, Jon's arms were around me, hugging me with his face buried in my shoulders. Normally I would hesitate to hug him back.. but not this time. I wrapped my arms around him and lean my forehead on his shoulders. Honestly, this, feels, nice.

Me: What are you doing here J? Shouldn't you be at your party?

Jon: I really missed you... how do you expect me to have fun when the only person I really wanted to see isn't there with me...

Me: I'm sorry, I... (sigh) hey.. (place his hand on Jon's shoulder and slowly pushed him back, releasing the hug) I missed you too. (Wiping off Jon's tears) alot. (Looking at Jon's eyes) I thought the ocean was blue, untill I saw your eyes. (Chuckle) I really miss them.

Jon: (chuckle) And I yours... o so, much.. But.. Did I do something wrong?

Me: What? No...

Jon: Then why are you ignoring me? Dick told me you said "it for the best"... what did you mean by that?

Me: (sigh) look Jon.. what I meant was, it would be best, if you stay away from me. For your sake.

Jon: ?!? Why would I do that?!

Me: Because it was my fault that you ended up in the hospital.

Jon: .... how is it your, fault? If I remember correctly, and I do.... I caused myself to go to the hospital. I fought Deathstroke without cautious.

Me: Yes, yes you did. But... if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to get yourself involve with Slade. I got beaten up, which caused you to come save me, and then you ended up in the hospi-

Jon: Damian... You could've died if I didn't stepped in. What... you expect me to just step aside and let him finish you off??

Me: (looking down) Yes..

Jon: .... I'm sorry, but, no.. I won't do that. I promised you that I'll always pick you back up when you fall. I'm not gonna break that promise anytime soon.

Me: and look where it got you. (Referring to Jon's wounds)

Jon: Yes, I've obtained many injuries.. but that's just a small price to pay for saving the ones I love. I don't mind that these wounds are on my body. Not at all. Because I know, I got them because... I saved my best friend from near death. Plus, (lifted his shirt just a slight to show his wounds) now you and I both, have scars... just mine isn't a scar yet and it'll probably make me look ugly. (let go of his tshirt) (lifted Damian's chin to meet his eyes) Damian, don't count on me staying away from you.. because that's never going to happen.

Me: (brought his knees up and rest his chin on them)

Jon: I can tell there's something else that's bothering you. Damian, please tell me.. I'm here.

Could this be the right time to tell him about my feelings? I don't know because my mind is practically screaming at me to shut up. I could almost hear it saying "if you do tell, say goodbye to him. He's gonna leave you for good". On the other hand, my heart.. it wants me to come out and tell Jon about my feelings towards him. The situation I am in now is like... I'm stuck, in between sacrifices and happiness.
     Out of no where, a flashback of the conversation I had with Monica came to mind.. "dont wait for the right time. Life's too short to do so". She said. At that point, I gave up. I can't do it anymore... I can't, hide my feelings any longer.

Me: (lifted his chin up) What I'm about to tell you, is not something you're gonna expect.. or like.... (looking up to Jon's eyes) you might just break your promise.

Jon: Oh come on, I'm sure it's not so bad... (scoot closer)

Here it goes.... (sigh) I can't believe I'm about to say this... I can feel my body heating up and hands shaking... feeling really scared and nervous. The shaking became too obvious that I had to stand and faced the door, away from Jon...

Jon: (got up and stood next to Damian) Damian?

Me: Jon... all these years of us, being friends.. I've been hiding and denying something from you. Something that was eating me alive on the inside.

Jon: What is it..