“Why me?” Angela asked. Why would he want her when he had so many girls going crazy about him?
“Who else? You forgot the friendship that we shared? You forgot my feelings for you?” he asked, pain etched on his face.
“I didn’t forget a thing, Damian. You’re the one who forgot me. It’s like out of sight, out of mind kind of thing,” she spoke calmly, looking down at her hands. It hurt her to even think about it.
“Do you think I forgot you? I tried everything I could for three years to forget you. Do you think I like drugs? Do you think I like those girls? No, it’s just to make me forget you. But I couldn’t forget you,” he said, his voice broken and painful. It pierced through Angela’s heart and she suddenly felt the stab of pain that Damian was going through.
She, however, couldn’t seem
