Reminder

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~•~Damien POV (this is when Mari tells him she is leaving)

"WHAT WHY!!" Screams Dick

"Well they say mama and mum aren't suitable parents"Mari whispers tears streaming down her face.

"NO PIXIE POP YOU CANT LEAVE" sreams Jason at the top of his lungs.

I'm just standing here with a sad and surprised expression.
"N-No" is the only thing I manage to say.

I enter a trance the last thing I know happens Mari hugs me and whyspers a goodbye and then she hands me a ring. It was simple but nice. It had a silver band on each side and a band of black gems in the middle.

She then takes out a matching one with tiny red and black gems.

"I made them myself. It was meant to be a present for you birthday, but looks like that's not going to happen. Heh. But look we match." She states sadly.

She left.

🛑TW slight mention of panic attack🛑

I'm walking to my room and all I can think is
"no.no no no no no no NO NO NO NONONONONONO." When I get back to my room I lock the door and breakdown.

🛑TW over🛑

~•~ No one POV Damien is 17

Damien is in his fathers study waiting for the news he is meant to receive.

"Hello son, let's get straight to the point, you are going to Paris and before you ask why, no particular reason but it would be good for you to relax, you are really stressed. Don't deny it. Also your fluent in french therefore the city of love is perfect. Who knows you might get a girlfriend."Bruce said unphased.

"No." Damien quickly snaps at his fathers last statement. "But fine I'll go to Paris."

"Excellent. Alfred has already packed your bags , you leave tomorrow 10am. Also you will be attending a school called France dupont high school."said Bruce with a small smile.

"Okay father" was the only thing Damien had said in return.

~•~ Damien POV

About half hour ago father said I was going to Paris. This reminded me of her. Because this is where she told us she was being taken.

I looked down at my ring sadly and shed a single tear even though it had been six years ago it still hurt to remember her.

I wiped my tear away and went to inform the others of my departure.

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