REISS

44. The Stupid

I stood there outside the gate. My lips mumbling a continuous prayer to the gods above. I took in a deep breath before I pushed open the small iron gate and walked through. I walked on a gravel path, which led me through the rows and rows of gravestones. My eyes were restless as they searched for him. As I moved forward I noticed the gravestones, some were clean, more were buried in dust, some were decorated with fresh flowers while some were having withered flowers. Among all these, there at the corner was a man standing, holding a bouquet of white tulips in his hands. My legs moved on their own will as I sprinted towards him.

I stopped once I reached close enough. My breathing laboured from all that chasing, I'm doing after him since morning.

"Da...Damien." I called out to him between my heavy breaths.

"Loviana?" He turned around to see me. His eyes grew wide as he took in my form.

I probably looked horrid.

"What...What are you doing here?" He sighed. Exasperated.

He doesn't love you anymore.

He then turned around and placed the bouquet of untainted white tulips on the gravestone of his mother 'Emily Reiss.'

I bowed my head in respect to her.

Damien walked past me, as if I wasn't there. I trotted, hot on his trail.

"Damien, wait." I cried, trying to catch up to him.

He halted and let out another exasperated sigh, before he spoke. "Why are you here, Loviana? Why the fuck are you here?" He growled lowly at the end as he took an intimidating step towards me.

Shit. He was angry. This has to be the first time I had seen him so angry. I don't know if this was a bad thing that I found him so hot. Especially when he is this angry. I felt flutter in my heart and a down south.

I shook my head to clear up my dirty thoughts. Then I dared to look into his eyes, after breaking his heart, so bad. I shivered under his glare, my mind blank to the point, I couldn't even bring up a reason for what I was doing there.

"Tell me, Loviana. What else is left for you to blame me with?" He growled again as his eyes searched mine.

"I...I'm sorry. I-" I stuttered as I tugged a strand of my hair that brushed my face as the gentle wind blew.

He waited, for me to explain. But I just stared back into his eyes. I took a deep breath to muster up the courage to speak to him. "I'm sorry, baby. I just freaked out when I saw those photographs. I should have trusted you but I was blinded by fear of you finding someone better than me. I was blinded by my insecurities. I was so stupid to think you would ever do something like th—"

"Exactly. How could you think I would do something like that? After all that love I gave you with all my heart, you couldn't even in the least, trust me with yours?" He yelled at me.

I could feel tears brimming into my eyes. But I didn't want him to see that, I didn't want him to think I'm crying to neutralize his anger. I really did feel sad that I hurt him but crying wasn't the solution. So I swallowed my tears and tried to reason him.

"I do trust you, Damien." I said softly.

"Yeah, sure." He muttered as he walked past me.

I ran behind him and then stopped him by standing infront of him. "Damien, you have to believe me."

He again stepped on the side and walked past me. "Please don't walk away."

"Do you know how much it hurt me when you walked away from me?" He mumbled softly before he proceeded to walk away.