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DAMON

IN DAMON'S DEFENCE, this was why he wished his life had background music, so he could realise quickly that something bad was about to happen.

He'd set off that morning in somewhat levitated spirits. Ok, as good as he could be considering the fact that the estate had burned to a crisp and Nya nor any of the resisdents had spoken to him in two weeks. December was soon to be performing its opening number, but Damon wasn't sure he could survive its chilling sympathy without a certain someone. 

He wasn't really sure where Nya had run off to, she was always running away. The rumour at the school was that she had run off to Blackpool for some reflection and some alone time after the inferno. But Damon wasn't sure that any would go to Blackpool for a spiritual getaway. Regardless of the stress induced by missing Nya, Damon hadn't been able to sleep recently, it was avoiding him. The ghosts of his past, their chilling laughter, the sirens of their wishes and kisses kept him up at night. The broken hearts of his past lovers haunted him and no dream could hide him from their crying shadows. 

So that was why that morning, he felt a sense of optimism as he had formulated a solution. He realised that he couldn't solve this issue until, well he apologised for his sins. And no, he wasn't going to film an apology video, he was rather going to do it person, as an apology tour. That sounds like a good album title, perhaps our sophmore album or perhaps-

Stay focused you egocentric bellend!

Damon gathered his remaining confidence that he had woken up with, and knocked on the first door. Lizzie. She was Liam's first of course, but Damon had simply fluttered his eyelashes at her and let her borrow his Joy Division record and she was his. A dick move he knew now. But the song that defined her soul, 'She's lost Control', was embroidered on her facial features. It's lyrics would spiral across her heartshaped face and deep bass line would flutter across her red hair. The song was her, and Damon could no longer listen to it without thinking of the way she had cried when he had told her that he no longer love her. That he could never love her as much as she wanted him to. And so he had burned the cassette with the embers from her red hair. 

Now it wouldn't be the first time someone had shut the door on Damon's face and run off screaming in the opposite direction. He had that very specific effect on people. But for Lizzie, Damon was almost surprised. She was always so cool, so breathtakingly cool. So Damon tried his luck again.