Damoria Oneshots

Coraline

Victoria has always been beautiful. She had an incredible charisma, an incredible talent to cast a spell over others. With her bright blue eyes and her golden locks, she always reminded me of heaven.

As beautiful as the sun and as beautiful as the clouds. And it could be thunderstorms or rain clouds, but at the end of the day she was still Vic. The happy, hyperactive, and just crazy Vic. And her smile was contagious.

But what would I do to see that smile again, to hear her laugh again. She was always a sunshine, always my queen. Your words music to my ears.

But now the glow in her eyes was gone. Now she was just a shadow. It may never be the same again. No matter how hard I tried, could I even cure her? I was just fucking 17 years old and it was too much, definitely. But it was worth every effort, day after day, week after week. I really didn't ask for anything, but a smile would be the best payment for anything now.

It was a tough time for all of us to see her like this.Her mom was gone, her best friend, her confidante. Her mother had fought, she had fought, but she had lost. She had lost the battle against her illness. Some say it would be easier if you could prepare for the person's disappearance, but it wasn't. You broke up at the death of a loved one, no matter the circumstances.

Vic had a certain strength, but she had always been a bit unstable, always had panic attacks. And now she had collapsed. Not for the moment, but for an incredibly long time.

3 months had passed now and every day she just lost more lust for life. And I watched. I took care of myself as best I could, with the help of her dad, Nica and Thomas, of course. They had all taken it amazingly well. But Vic ... yeah, I was pretty sure she'd given up already. But I hadn't given up on her.

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I opened the door and Nica came towards me. Her father was already holding the car keys. I replied to both of them with a smile.

"Thanks for taking care of her today. I know it's actually your basketball training day, but it's Thomas mother's birthday and I don't want to leave her alone."

I could tell by her father's voice that he was blaming himself.

"It's okay. I like spending time with Vic Mr.de Angelis, that hasn't changed. I hope you enjoy shopping."

I watched them go and then closed the door. Sighing, I put my coat on the chair and headed for the living room. For a brief moment I wanted to leave her alone. Of course you knew I was here. But she wasn't a small child and I didn't have the right to treat her like that.

I've tried many times before, trying to get into her mind, trying to open up, but only she knows the truth.She alone knows what's wrong with her. You alone know how quickly everything changes. It's really hard to understand a phase of her when it changes so quickly.

The last 3 months have been torture. When she found out about her mother's death she had been cold and numb. The way she treated people she loathed. Then she went out to party, pretended everything was okay, but drank off her grief. And then she fell into depression, badly depressed. She no longer wanted to eat, no longer drink, no longer see anyone, and did not want to leave her room.

In between she snuck out and wanted to jump off the roof, but somehow I stopped her. She has been in therapy ever since. It didn't help, she refused to accept any help. She didn't want this help. And she had cried with me and hit me, yelled at me, but I still came here almost every day. Maybe it was selfish and I should accept her wishes, but I couldn't.

She was my elixir of life and I tried not to think about it, but it didn't work. I felt bad every time I thought about it. But then I saw her and how she was doing, and I realized she was feeling bad. Nothing made her happy anymore.