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DAMIEN

“Damien!” Nicho called out, and my eyes swerved round the bar. I was still fixed in one spot—contemplating.

I didn’t want to agree to Nicho’s suggestion, but a huge part of me didn’t want to leave. I feared that the battle between the past and presence may collide, forcing me to deal with those thoughts I desperately wanted to forget.

It would be best if I stayed