Here I sat, frozen to the core in a hospital chair outside of Damien's room. It's been almost a week and I'm the only one that refuses to go in. It's not that I don't want too, it's that he's supposedly banged up pretty bad.

His mom told me he said he was going to my house but he never made it there, not to mention the alcohol in his system was almost three times over the legal limit. His family was more annoyed at the fact he totaled his Volvo. They've only been here once and that was the night he had surgery.

As for me, I come everyday after school till the visiting hours close. The nurses that walked by ended up putting a chair outside his door for me because I spend my entire Sunday sitting on the floor, reading.

"Thea I really think you should go see him." Xavier called, leaning on the door frame. Since Damien was in critical condition then induced him into a coma to just help the process I guess, I don't know, I'm not a doctor.

Was it safe to say Xavier and I looked like two wrecks of people. He had dark circles and I'm pretty sure he hasn't shaved once, he was wearing sweats and a black t-shirt. It was Saturday and we both didn't feel comfortable leaving him alone.

"I don't know." I mumbled, feeling myself get emotional. Not only did I miss the sleep I was desperately needing, I couldn't think of Damien hurt. Yes, he does get bruises and cuts when he gets into fights but not enough to have stitches and surgery.

He might have cut his hand up pretty bad at that party but not his face.

Ugh, I'm making excuses.

"Thea, grow some balls and get in there. He's been asking for you since he woke up," He said quietly, his hand going to rub my back as I looked at him.

He woke up early this morning after the doctors undid whatever the hell a medically induced coma does. Xavier gave me a look before glancing back in the room.

"I might later okay? Just let me think of something to say." I whispered, getting a shrug from him.

"Usually when you think of something to say you say something stupid." He argued, getting me to sigh and bite my lip before I nodded.

Xavier stepped out of the door frame and I felt anxiety rise up in my chest and I made my way into the room, shutting the door. Not only did I shut the door but I stayed facing it with the handle in my hand with my eyes closed. I felt my stomach crunch and twist leaving me with the worst feeling possible.

"Thea?" I heard a horse voice call, from inside the room. I knew I had to turn around and when I did I froze. He looked like he had been to hell and back. Twice.

I couldn't even form words, I just stood there with my mouth slightly open. My eyes were glued on his face that had a few stitches on his eyebrow and cheek as well as bruises on his jaw and temple. I couldn't tell you what the rest of his body looked like because he was covered in a light blue blanket.

"Damien." I breathed out, almost sounding disappointed. His green eyes were still as beautiful as ever as I walked closer to the bed.

"You came." He sounded almost shocked but boy if he knew I was here the entire time. I even tried to sneak in one night but the nurse told me I had to leave.

I let my fingers touch the hospital bed slowly. Trying to think of something to say to the dark haired boy.

"You could've died." I whispered, completely forgetting what he had said before. He looked away from me in regret and let out a small sigh. It wasn't the usual annoyed one but more of a whimper sigh.

"I'm not going to do it again. I swear." He said quietly, making me grab his cut up hand gently. Damien's eyes glanced my way again and I almost wanted to cry, kiss and smack him right now.

"Damien I'm being serious. No more drinking." I said quietly, trying my best to keep calm.

I'm almost saying the exact words I asked my father and it made me sick to think Damien might be just like him.

"Thea, I know. I learned my lesson," he said quietly, his hands slowly squeezing mine.

"Trust me, this was the worst hangover ever." A small giggle came from my mouth as I shook my head at him. Damien let out a small laugh making me stupidly grin. I couldn't help but try and hide my silly grin and his dark humor.

I don't know how long we had talked before I fell asleep in the chair next to him but I woke up with my head on the bed and Damien playing with my hair. He looked content, like he won a toy at the fair.

"I lied to you," I said quietly, watching him almost jump at the sound of my voice. I moved my head to look up at him as he tilted his confused. Damien raised a eyebrow waiting for me to go on.

"The night of the party when I said I didn't love you. I lied because I do and you don't have to love me back but I'm just letting you know." I mumbled, getting a small smile from him.

"I'm sorry, about all this." I heard him whisper, his hand still playing with my hair in a way that relaxed me.

"And I know I shouldn't be saying this, because she's not even here right now but I can't say I love you just yet." He mumbled, his eyes closing.

"At least not right now." I don't know why I felt a bit of my already fragile heart collapse but it did. I know I shouldn't say this but the way he kissed Kyla that night looked like he missed it. Maybe they are meant for each other, maybe we just aren't yet.

Maybe we will be in the end.

But that day, just wasn't today.

I understand love as a crazy train ride an sometimes trains take a different path. Maybe Damien's path was with Kyla after all.

The truth is, opposites don't attack, they fall in a weird stage of lust and almost love.

Almost.

That's the problem.

He loved someone who didn't love him, he loved the chase and the fact they ruled the school together.

Or maybe he just hit his head really hard when he crashed and doesn't understand what she did.

I didn't falter when he said these words to me. I nodded my head, stood up and left with a small goodbye. I walked past his friends and Kyla who somehow managed to make it after so long. I watched her stand up, and walk toward the room with a smile and I understood that maybe life doesn't give you happy ending for a reason.

Because maybe life doesn't give you a chance with people who don't understand what you have.

Because maybe, life has a funny way of giving you what you don't want.

What a twist to a cliche story....

Ah

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