Sweet Beginnings (Damien Haas)

Chapter Thirteen:

When I got to my apartment, my thoughts were still in what seemed to be a giant knot. I was truly honestly done with Will. But hearing his voice brought back a wave of memories and emotions. We didn't have the worse relationship, nor the best really. The first year and a half it was amazing. We got along great, my parents liked him and vice versa. It started getting weird after that year and a half. More distant, less effort put into it. Kinda of like when the honeymoon phase was over. It was two months before we ended the relationship that it really started to feel more like a chore than something I actually wanted to do. 

I still remember the day where I knew for sure things weren't gonna work out and my feelings were gone for him. It was two months before we officially ended things though we probably should have ended it that day. I knew something was up when he was actually being attentive to details and making sure I was having a good day. That all should have been the warning sign. It's been a while since either of us cared about how the other was doing, or at least made an effort to see. And then I found out just why he was putting the effort in. 

It was after we had a nice dinner with our parents and everyone was sitting together talking about anything under the moon. And then he dropped onto his knee and proposed. As soon as he started on his long winded speech and dropped down, I knew for sure I didn't have a future with him. It was even worse saying no in front of our parents. His parents were pretty pissed when I did, calling me a bitch and saying I wouldn't find anyone better. My parents were a little ticked off that I had turned down the proposal, but once I explained to them I couldn't see him in my life they eventually came around. 

Fast forward the next few months of dragging the dead relationship around, it seemed more for Will's benefits than my own. Till the big blow up that had me walking out finally. I don't remember the exact details on what happened besides him flipping out about something and me finally having enough and speaking my mind. I remember him calling me a couple of names that I won't repeat. But I held my head high and just walked out after putting my two cents in of course. Not caring if I never heard from him again. 

By that time I had already had a couple video interviews with a few places, one of those places being my current job. I needed a change of pace and scenery. So I packed up, and moved out to LA. The rest is history, history I don't want to repeat. Sure I'm skeptical of a new relationship, but taking my time, getting to know Damien and knowing he isn't gonna be like Will gave me hope. 

I finally managed to get my thoughts together and calm down once I made it to my apartment. Taking my time to change out of the jeans I was wearing and pulling on a pair of burgundy capri leggings. Throwing on a light weight dark grey hoodie over the white tee I was wearing before grabbing a pair of flip flops from my closet. Once i had them on and ran a brush through my hair, making a mental note to find a hairdresser when I noticed the color was starting to fade, especially near the roots I grabbed my wallet, phone and keys before walking out of my apartment. 

Quickly typing a text to Damien as I climbed into my jeep asking if he wanted a coffee. Not even caring that it was almost six in the evening. He texted me back right as I was parking in front of a cafe near my apartment. 

From: Damien Haas 

"Black coffee, hot,  would be nice. Just got home so head on over."

Once I had his hot coffee and my iced in hand and climbed back into my jeep,  I put in Damien's address into the map on my phone. Trying to memorized the way so I wouldn't have to depend on my phone the next time. Finding an empty spot next to Damien's car and making sure it was ok to park there before I pulled in. Carefully balancing the two cups as I tucked my phone keys and wallet into my pocket.