stories from the city; damon albarn

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As Chloe Erlich and Ewan McGregor fucking roared around her bedroom, blasting TV Eye by Iggy Pop, she felt like she'd perhaps become entangled once again, now hooked on someone else. It felt like a fever dream. Something that shouldn't be real.

That's how her life felt all the time- every damn time she brought someone to her room, she felt like a kid again, experiencing all her feelings for the first time again. And now she was doing it all over again.

Pressed up against her sheets, head laying against her billions of pillows, she let him kiss her, wrapping his arms around her, her hands running through his scarce, but growing hair, noses inches apart.

"God you're a fucking dream Chloe." He said softly, continuing to kiss her, deepening it.

"As are you."

That was a frequent comparison she got.

She was like a dream. She didn't understand that. But she was willing to accept it. It was a great compliment. But she never understood what it meant fully. Did they mean her? Her life? What?

They flip over, Chloe on top, straddling him, before pulling his shirt off, leaning over to make out with him further before tugging on his shirt until it came off.

Sex was complicated for Chloe, she had to make sure someone meant it before fucking. That's why she'd never done it with Damon.
Despite his offers.

She hadn't trusted him near enough to do the deed with him.

But she trusted Ewan.

Chloe felt that she understood people quickly, their motives and being, everything like that. She knew Ewan had genuine feelings. And didn't care if she was rushing in or out of something, she liked him.

Maybe.

Damon however, she couldn't grasp him. He was lonely but surrounded by people. He was in love with a woman, but cheated. He was artistic and dull. He was cheerful and grumpy.

He was everything and nothing all at once.

She couldn't trust any decision she made about him, and his actions along with her thinking were what had driven her away.

Why was she even thinking of this?

Why?

She was here happily with someone else, giving her all and her best loving to someone else. Someone with the ability to make her happy.

And here Damon Albarn was, plaguing her brain.

But, she and Ewan went on, eventually curled up in the sheets, nuzzled next to one another, arms wrapped around one another, not so innocent as before.

And all she could think about was how she'd fallen asleep surrounded by photographs the first time she'd seen Damon as more than a musician.

The hours passed,

Eventually slipping out of Ewan's grip, she climbed out of her bed and grabbed a photo album off the shelf. There was no photo on the front, no name or anything.

Yeah.

She headed off to the bathroom, camping out on the floor and locking the door, looking through the pages, reviewing her memories.

She thought maybe looking at him she could figure her feelings out.

Figure out why he was still there.

She eventually slammed it shut and shoved it in a drawer, walking back out and getting back into bed.

It didn't matter.

Chloe Erlich had Ewan. Who she liked. Far more than Damon. Besides, to be loved properly in public was better than being left in someone's shadow and Damon had Justine.

As the birds chirped through the windows the following morning, she woke up to find Ewan out of the bed and sitting on her sofa, looking through one of her other photo albums.

"Why'd you leave?" She asked, tossing a pillow at him

"Figured you'd want some space."

"Knobhead! Come here." She says playfully, calling him over and pecking his cheek.

He grins "Might need to leave the bed more if I'm that deserving of a kiss like that."

She feels her cheeks run red and pulls him down towards her and into a deeper kiss than before.

Oh yes. Chloe could get used to this.