Collapsed In Love

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 Damon had made up his mind. He ran through the streets of London, heading for his girlfriend's flat. It was almost 1 AM, and she would probably be fast asleep in her bed. But Damon wasn't one to care about the time; he was ready to do anything for the person he loved. He could still see the look on Sidney's face as he confessed his love for her, the tears falling down her cheeks, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to find her words. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, comfort her. He felt a fire ignite in his chest, his blood rushing through his veins, the burning need for her growing by the second. He finally arrived at his girlfriend's flat and knocked on the door. After a few moments, she finally opened it, a sleepy look on her face. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes before speaking.

"Damon? What are you doing here? It's one in the morning..." She yawned.

"I need to talk to you... may I please come in?" he asked, a bit out of breath. She nodded, opening the door.

"What's going on?" Justine asked, rubbing her eyes. "Did something happen?"

"N-no... I mean, yes, yes, it's just... I need to talk to you," Damon said as he walked inside the flat. He turned to face the woman, seeing the confused look on her face.

"What's the matter?" Justine asked as she took a seat on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around her body. "You're acting strange."

"I..." He took a deep breath. "I can't be with you anymore."

Justine looked at him, her mouth falling open in shock.

"W-what? What are you talking about? What do you mean? I don't understand..." Justine's eyes started to fill up with tears, her brows furrowing.

"I can't do this... I can't be with you anymore, Justine. I love someone else," Damon whispered. He felt like he had been punched in the gut by the look of shock that spread across Justine's face. He hadn't planned for this, but it was the right thing to do. He had to break up with her, and he knew that he was doing the right thing by ending things between them. Justine said nothing, instead just staring at Damon with a blank expression. He saw the tears start to run down her cheeks as she wrapped her blanket even tighter around herself.

"Who is it? Who is this person you love?" She asked in a hushed tone, like she was afraid that someone might overhear.

"Sidney," he breathed, his voice cracking. Justine raised her eyebrows slightly, nodding her head and pursing her lips.

"I saw you two talking at the after-party... I saw the way you were looking at her. I thought it was all in my head, but then you offered to take her back to her hotel..." She bit her lip and let out a chuckle. "I mean, I saw you with women before, I thought maybe you were just flirting... I never thought you were actually going to leave me for another girl."

"Justine, it's not like that."

"Isn't it? So what is it like, then?"

"I'm doing this because it's not fair to any of us to remain together... I do love you, don't get me wrong, but..."

"But you love her more," Justine said, finishing the sentence for him. "Damon, if you truly love her, then do what's best for you. If she's the one that you really want to be with, then I won't stand in the way." She sighed and let the tears flow freely. "I love you, Damon."

Damon smiled softly, wrapping his arms around Justine and pulling her in for a hug, softly kissing her forehead.

"I'm sorry, Justine. I never wanted this to happen."

"I know." She looked into his eyes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Good luck, Damon... I wish you all the best."

"Thank you..." He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He looked at Justine, the woman he had spent the past four years with, the one who he thought he was going to spend his life with. He felt nothing, though. There was no spark there. They didn't fit.