"Closure happens right after you accept that letting go and moving on is more important than projecting a fantasy of how the relationship could have been. "

Ellie's POV

As I watch Damien wrap his arms around Stephanie Smith, the school's cheerleading captain, I can't help but remember how that used to be me in his strong embrace.

His hands slowly drifted down to her backside, cupping her ass tightly. I couldn't help the growl that escaped my mouth.

I'm supposed to be the one he embraces.
I'm meant to be the one who he kisses on the neck.
Well, I used to be anyway...

As I watch Stephanie peck Damien on the lips, memories flash before my eyes.

Memories of how his hot breath would lightly brush my neck, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.

Memories of how his lips would lightly kiss my shoulder, getting more aggressive by the second. How he would trap me against a wall and push his body against mine, whispering sinful words in my ear.

I remember him telling me that morning, as we cuddled in his bed, that he would love me forever.

I remembered thinking that I was the luckiest girl in the world to have him in my life. Boy, was I wrong.

Not even a couple of days later, I walked into his room to find him fucking another girl, telling her all the same things he'd told me.

Oh, I enjoyed slapping him that day. I'd hit him so hard that my ring cut him across the cheek, leaving a permanent scar.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Damien grabs Stephanie's face and kisses her back.

Tears welled below my eyelids, threatening to flow at any sign of weakness.

I have to be strong. I cannot let him affect me anymore.

Oh, fuck it. Who am I kidding?

I can't get over him. I never have and I don't think I ever will. Even though I was the one who broke up with him, I forgave him a long time ago.

It took all of my willpower not to storm over there and punch that Smith bitch in the face. She's kissing what's mine.

Suddenly, as if God had heard my thoughts and decided to punish me, Damien catches my eye and smirks wickedly.

He enjoys my pain. He always has. That's why he goes around fucking girls whenever he feels like it.

I didn't know what to do at that moment so I get up off the ground and run, running as far away from him as possible.

***

Running into the girl's locker room, I slam the door behind me and collapse to the floor in tears.

I pull my knees up to my chest and bury my face in them, rocking back and forth.

My eyes were burning and my chest felt heavy as if it were filled with lead. I could no longer see clearly.

All that was running through my mind was Damien's face, Damien's eyes, Damien's lips...

Why me? Why was I the one that had to fall for that male's body?

"Why did you do this to me, Damien?" I sob, praying the floor would just swallow me whole. "Whyyy?"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and his voice rings through my ears.

"Ellie, you in there?"

I freeze, praying that he would just go away and leave me to my grief.

I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to look into those eyes that I dreamed of so much.

"I know you're in there," He says, twisting the door handle. It doesn't budge.

"Go away!" I shout, frantically wiping away the tears. He couldn't see how much he affected me. Never.

"Your crying. Let me in, Ellie. I can help," He coaxed, acting like he never hurt me in the first place.

Anger bubbles inside my stomach and I find myself getting up and opening the door.

"How dare you," I snap. "How dare you, Damien. You act as if we never broke up in the first place!"

"You broke up with me remember? And I was worried about you. You know you were always my favourite."

He smirks, giving me a wink.

I back away from him, wanting to punch something so badly. Anything!

Breath Ellie, breath.

"Come here Ellie-Bellie," He cooed, using my once favourite nickname. "I can make everything better."

"Sorry to break it to you, Damien, but your little friend down there can't fix everything."

"Really now? Cause the last time I checked, it worked with you perfectly."

"Fuck off, Damien," I hissed, spinning around and walking in the opposite direction. "You're so full of yourself."

Hands grabbed me from behind and slammed me onto the lockers.

I scream for help but Damien's lips suddenly attack mine, stopping me, stopping everything. My body, my heart, my mind. It's only him and me.

God, this is what I was afraid of. I may have convinced my mind that I'm over him but my heart will never be ready for this.

Shit...

He knows that once he kisses my neck my resistance will crumble. After just a few delicate touches of his warm lips, my hands will start to do his bidding.

They will fall down his back as my head swims, all previous thoughts stopping in their tracks.

Now there is only one desire, one wish, and we both know it's just a matter of time before it happens.

And to my utter disbelief, the words I've been forcing to contain come flying out my fucking mouth...

"I missed you, Dami."