*ೃ༄.ೃ࿐ "But somewhere here in between
the city walls of dying dreams, I think her
death it must be killing me." *ೃ༄
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
they say love's a game of easy come and easy go, but not everybody is Brit...
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✩ June 2004
POV; Damon Albarn
When Blur was disbanded, he couldn't deny the sheer terror and emptiness that it brought upon him. His whole life, what he dedicated most towards, was unequivocally directed at the band and his mates.
As it all came to crumble down into an unfamiliar sight, the immense inescapable desolate that swallowed him turned unbearable. Damon couldn't find a way to wrap his head around what truly went wrong. He had no idea what led to the fall of the band, nor what snipped the bond that he and Graham Coxon shared together since they were kids.
Now, the life that he had known began to sway into the dark horizon, unfathomable and weeping towards the feverish nightmare of it all.
Damon, in his own ways, was predominately pleased and satisfied with the life he had now—–with Missy, and Suzy, who was a brilliant mother and friend. He wouldn't have traded them for anything else. And he enjoyed doing what he did with Gorillaz. But the change of direction spurred him into a clouded mess, even more so whenever he thought of Valia Mick.
On most days, he tried his best not to, and it worked as well as it could. Though it was difficult not to when Oasis was still performing at a high level, producing songs and albums that continued to mark their path into greatness. And Val, like she always had been, was the spotlight, along with Liam Gallagher.
Maybe more now, thanks to the fact that the Oasis pair was dating again, and Damon's heart shattered each time he saw photographs of them with Liam's kids. It wasn't something that he could sit around and watch, pretending that it didn't pierce straight into his chest. It had been over a year now since things between them ended, yet no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he was healed——that whatever the two of them had was already buried into the soil of the earth, forgotten and accepted, at the end of the day, he knew that it was all a web of deceives.
Damon was never going to truly get over the bassist, in spite of what he believed. Because it was her that he had given everything up for, it was Val who he weaned himself off for. He succumbed to the torment and agony that the media and the world landed upon his shoulders simply because he loved her more than he could ever love himself, Damon repeatedly stayed and remained whilst Val slowly lost hold of herself.
All that only for them to fall flat on their faces again. And he was in misery.
He thought he was doing better. Until he was forced to ring Valia, as Missy had begged him to do so, whining that she wanted to talk to the bassist. Now did he only realise that the wounds hadn't sewn itself back up together, and the ringing of Val's voice over the phone a while back continued to haunt his dreams.
