"Damian" I called as I approached the kitchen. I slept pretty well yesterday after the doctor bandaged my wound. Damian took care of me. That was sweet. I was currently walking around Damian's apartment while wearing his black shirt. It reached just below my butt.
"Slept well?" I heard as soon as I stepped in the kitchen. By the counter, sat Rose with a cup in her hands. She looked tired and dark circles were present under her eyes. She was currently wearing a shirt and a sweatpants which seemed to be Damian's. I don't know why but it t somehow bothered me to see her in his clothes. It was immature. I know. Damian stood by the oven, his back turned to us.
"You tell me. You were the one who was dead drunk in the park" I snapped, anger from yesterday slowly raising.
"I heard that someone
