Thoughts, lies and memories | DAMON BGT

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Simon was impatient for David's arrival. And that made him feel very childish.
Who would've thought that in his fifties he would experience the emotion of a young man in love.

As good Michael Buble would say: you make me feel so young...

A knock was heard on the door and the magnate's heart leapt for joy.

Amanda approached the entrance next to Simon. He opened the door and his servant looked at him in sorrow.

"He's not coming, sir"

Both were perplexed.
Amanda spoke.

"What? Why?"

"Mr. Walliams felt bad, and asked me to come back to his house."

That didn't reassure Simon. Not a bit. Instead, a heavy anguish began to fill his chest.

Simon looked at Amanda.

The blonde didn't hesitate, "Go, Simon. I'll talk to the others."

The millionaire sighed and then hugged her.
"I have a bad feeling," he whispers, still hugging her, "and I'm afraid."

"What?! The great Simon Cowell is frightened? Please!" Amanda separates a little and sees him for a few seconds. She smiles with emotion, "David really broke your walls, huh?"

"Like no one else"

"Then go, you hollow head, and tell him how much you love him."
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David Walliams is a charming man.

Cheerful, funny, smiling.
Depressed, annoying, weird.

The desire to cry visited him again and squeezes the pillow between his arms, closing his eyes.

Strong, handsome, confident.
Weak, ugly, insecure.

He shrank on himself.

Brilliant!
Pathetic.

And to think that minutes ago he was going to go with his lovely friends, to have a good time.
And now David wanted to see no one.

The speed at which his mood went from good to bad was unbelievable.
But he knew it was part of suffering from bipolar disorder.

It was all silence, tears, and gray thoughts.
Until the bedroom door opened, and a light came up.

Cowell distinguished David's back, David's body, lying down.
He felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

"Oh, David, here you are," the deep voice reached the ears of the younger man as a beautiful but painful melody.

David didn't leave the fetal position in which he was.

"Simon leave me alone. I want to be alone."

Quite a lie.
There was nothing he wanted more than his company, but he wouldn't admit it because he was hurt.

"We were waiting for you. Why didn't you go?"

"My head hurts and I'm very tired," he said monotonously, "anyway, why the hell are you here?"

The millionaire was also physically tired, so looking at the empty space in his bed, he asked:

"Can I lie down?"

David says yes, feeling the mattress sink by the weight of his body.

"... everyone is there, and you—"

"Everyone but you, and as I once said, if you're not there it's like being happy but not happy, remember?"

His words hurt like needles piercing his heart.