In this silent war neither of us wanted, Justin was the first to lose his
composure.
+25 BONUS
That night, after a late party, Justin and I were driving home when we spotted Damian from afar. He was standing under the iron gate’s lamplight, clutching a violin in his hands.
The narrow road leading to the house was strewn with rose petals.
I had just stepped out of the car when, behind me, the night sky suddenly lit up. Tens of thousands of fireworks were blooming like stars.
As the thunderous explosions echoed, Damian began playing ‘Liebestraum‘ on his violin.
Justin had tortured himself countless times watching the video of Damian proposing to me years ago.
Back then, young and naive, I had been swept away by the breathtaking fireworks and the raw emotion in his music.
I said yes on a rose–petal
under a sky ablaze with color.
Now, seeing my gaze drawn
punch across his face.
the fireworks again, Justin finally snapped. He stormed up to Damian and landed
a
hard
“You bastard! Why don’t you get the hell out of here and 9
back where you came from?!”
Damian, unfazed, wiped the blood from his lip and snarled back. “Claire and I spent nine years together. We’re already bound to each other in every way. If it weren’t for her car accident, if she could’ve given me the child I wanted, I never would’ve turned to Serena. I never would have agreed to let her have the baby!”
