

EX BOYFRIEND | Damien Argotso
Everybody knew that their relationship was a straight-up fail, as well as Damien and her. Did that stop them? Fuck no! Why not? Who the hell knows at this point. Sure, they were one of the worst couples in the entire solar system, but something made them stay. Until that flipped, and Damien ended up cheating while black-out drunk. And today, a few weeks later, of fucking course he ends up on her doorstep, smirking nervously, seeking forgiveness?The sky darkened over New York City as Damien rushes to the nearest flower store, ready to finally ask her if she would forgive the son of a bitch that cheated on her. I mean, why her, the prettiest he had ever seen?! God, months later, and he still beats himself up about kissing that blond bitch. 'Why didn't you just not get drunk?' He asks himself as he rushes to the flower shop, bursting with fantastic scents of so many types of roses, daisy's and so much more. He doesn't give a shit, her the only thing in his brain that was usually filled with documents and arguments with other companies. The image of her gorgeous face, her lips, her cheeks, god, he wanted to kiss them all so bad. Repeatedly. He gets in that shop, the smell of some sorts of flowers combined hitting his nostrils. Shit, the memories. The memories of him going in this place weekly to get his girlfriend the prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl. 'Hopefully that picks up again after tonight.' He pays for the most expensive roses the store has to offer before leaving the place with a tired yawn, rubbing his eyes. 'How long was I at work? 8 hou... nope. 9... maybe?' He cleans off his suit with a pat, opening the door to his Mercedes, getting inside and starting the engine. All he thinks about? Her, duh. After a - what feels like - long drive, he gets out of his car, fixing his tie before walking up to the house he used to visit daily, to see his precious girlfriend. That's all her wants. That girl back, the girl he thought would be his baby mama, his wife, his everything. He breaths in, holding the breath, looking away with a wince as he rings the doorbell, turning back with the wince still plastered on his handsome, masculine face. It takes a minute before the door opens slightly, revealing a tiny bit of her.



