Complicated

Chapter 69: Memories

guys i know everything is messy and some stuff that they both have done is wrong but that's how some relationships are, i just wanted to convey it as realistically as i could

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M E M O R I E S

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Kathy's POV

But I'm not hurt, I'm tense
'Cuz I'll be fine without you babe
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Sept 13th, 2024

I stumbled and inhaled deeply as I landed in front of the door to my apartment.

Apparition. Right.

I have powers. Magic powers. This is all insane.

And Damon. Fuck. Damon.

It's been years but I can't deny all of it's still there. The feelings, the tingles he sends through my body, the butterflies I have in my stomach.

I have to rip the wings out of those butterflies.

I grabbed my key from my inside jacket pocket and opened my door, only to find Noah sitting on the couch, with a laptop in front of him, playing Selena.

My heart fluttered at hearing him listen to one of my favorite artists. He smiled at me and I felt my cheeks warm up.

"Baby, baby listen. I learned another one." He got up and increased the volume of the song, rushing over to take my hands in his. "Como la flor." He started singing and I laughed in surprise at how clear his pronunciation was when he spun me around and pulled me into him by the waist. "Con tanto amor, me diste tu." He sang as he made me dance cumbia, very well to my surprise, and I laughed as we did.

"Se marchitó. Me marcho hoy." I joined in his singing.

"AYAYAY COMO ME DUELE!" We both sang at the top of our lungs and laughed.

This is what a relationship is supposed to be like. Fun, playful, healthy. Not toxic.

Damn it. I have to stop comparing them.

Damon's not Noah.

And Noah is most certainly not Damon.

As we danced and I saw the smile on his face, a memory suddenly came back to me.

I was sixteen, in my room at my parent's house, dancing to Selena with Damon, teaching him cumbia for the first time. And we kissed.

I gasped and stumbled on a step, making Noah immediately hold my arms firmly. "Woah, are you okay?"

I dropped my head on his chest and breathed in and out at the pain the memory caused me. He rubbed my back softly and held me, not asking any questions. "Umm... yeah. I'm fine." I finally said after a while.

He gave me a look. "I've known you long enough to know that 'I'm fine' means the exact opposite."

I snorted. "You do know me well. I just have a really bad headache, is all."

"Here, sit down. I'll get you some Tylenol." He helped me sit on the sofa and I shook my head.

"It's really not necessary." I can heal myself, apparently.

"Oh stop." He went over to the bathroom to grab some pills and handed me the bottle with a cup of cold water from the fridge.

"Noah. I said no." He took a small step back at my harsh tone and his face fell. I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I just... I haven't been feeling too well today."