2 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫

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OC POV

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OC POV

⇥𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 early, just before the sun had risen. No one was awake from what I had known. I grabbed a grey jumper and blue jeans then heading out to the beach to which the tower stood before. Last night I had nightmares of memories of me in the black room, it made me toss and turn all night, I was on the brink of screaming. I walked barefoot on the line where the sand met the sea. Every few seconds I would feel the waves crash onto my feet.

The sea made me calm. It always had. From the sound of the waves crashing onto rocks or the shore, it was my lullaby. The smell of the sea salt kept me at peace. Thinking about from Rachel said about the memory of me as a baby by the sea, I guess why I felt so connected to the ocean.

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I decided to head back in as the sun had risen. Starfire couldn't cook so I had to do all the cooking, and sometimes Jamie would do too. As I walked along the hallway Damian came out of his door. I began to walk past as he asked:

"Um, may I have a moment please?" He asked

"Sure," I turned around and made eye contact with him.

"Um, I would like to say, Thank you, for yesterday's event," he said a bit more tentatively

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬  II Damian Wayne X OCDonde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora