The lights are turning on now. I watch a couple walking near the shore. Yesterday we were walking like that, and now I don"t know how we"re going back to New York. I pull my legs up and rest my head on my knees. The air is getting chilly for a bikini wrap.
"My God, Damian! Why am I so terrified of you? Why can"t we just have a relationship like other people have?" I shed tears and just watch the couple in front of me. They"re arguing. It must be something stupid. After all, couples argue about stupid things, don"t they?
I wipe away my tears and sigh. It"s not going to work like this. It won"t. We"d better take a break. Because I can"t stand this feeling of never knowing when something terrible is going to burst out of him. I don"t want to wait for that moment when he"s beating me, becau
