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Chapter 62: Thinking Of You

*POV CHANGE

NAYA POV

It was Tuesday morning, and I decided I had to go to work. It had been almost three days. Damien and I broke up Saturday night. He came by Sunday morning, but I couldn't even turn around to look at him. I knew that if I saw him, I would grab his face and smash my lips onto his. But I didn't. Every time Damien and I argued, I always ended up going back to him. Not this time, though. This time was different. This time it was all on him. He ruined us the second he kissed- I hate to even think about her name.

We were over.

No more Damien and Naya.

I took a day off yesterday, saying I was sick. Violet came by and tried to talk to me, but I didn't say anything. Even though I didn't respond to her, I still heard what she was saying. She said that she understands what I'm going through, but when I'm ready I should give Damien a chance to talk to me. She said it wasn't her place to tell and she didn't want to pressure me, but there was more I needed to know.

Violet also brought me some clothes, so I didn't have to borrow Ryder's clothes.

I was so stupid to give up my apartment and move in with Damien. I knew the guy for not even half a year and just gave up my entire life for him. I trusted him with everything. He knew all my secrets. He knew everything about me. I gave myself up to him. My parents were probably looking down at me, disappointed in their little girl for screwing her life up so bad.

But the thing is, I can't say I regret the past 5 months of my life. Heck. They were the best 5 months of my life. I had more fun than I ever had. I made some amazing friends and memories. Excluding getting kidnapped by the Black Wolves, of course.

Today morning it was such a struggle to get out of bed. I hadn't showered since Saturday morning, and I probably smelt horrendous.

I showered and scrubbed away every last remaining touch of Damien.

I went through Ryder's kitchen, and the only thing I could find was some pancake mix that would expire soon.

I remember when Damien made me pancakes.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

The tear fell down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away. I set to work to make the pancakes.

Unfortunately, I ended up burning them.

I can't cook.

He knows that.

Stop thinking about him.

I sat on the sofa with my plate of burnt pancakes and grabbed the TV remote to watch something.

I decided on Grey's Anatomy, even though I watched it a gazillion times. I let out a little laugh.

I remember trying to explain "McDreamy" and "McSteamy" to Damien. And he kept asking me why I found 50-year-old men attractive.

I turned off the TV and wiped the stray tears running down my face.

I texted Ryder, who was working at the bar, that I was leaving for work and would be back around 4.

I stepped out of my Uber and walked into the office.

"Oh, Naya. Hi. How are you? I heard you were sick." Nancy walked over to me.

I feigned a smile. "I'm fine. Thank you, Nancy."

"Zach is in his office. I think he just finished a meeting." The women pointed back to Zach's office.