Damon's POV
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I f****d a boy...
Those were the only words circulating in my mind as I went for a run the next morning. I had spent the entire night staring at the black room as Chris laid asleep on my chest. My mind became my battlefield and it made damn sure to f**k me up. I was disgusted with myself yet somehow I wasn't and it felt as though Chris completely turned my world upside down. I couldn't decide whether I was okay with it or not and since I can't remember the last time I went for a run, this would just have to suffice for me clearing my head.
The cloud overhead looked dangerously dark but I refused to stop running and soon, that very same cloud bank, burst. Deciding that getting wet then sick then consequently damaging my phone was a stupid plan, was the only thing stopping
