Caleb
 Things have been off with Damien recently. He’s been distant, quiet after I suggested for them to meet my parents. Be said he didn’t want to, which I understood, but he’s not talking to us at all after that. Milo questioned him about it, but Damien just gave him a look and walked away like Milo had upset him. Which didn’t make Milo happy at all.
He also hasn’t been staying at home a lot. He’s almost always gone, so we don’t even get to see much to talk to him about it. When we do try to talk to him, he’s gotten snappy and would roll his eyes at almost everything people do and shout, yet he would never tell us what’s wrong, or say anything in general. He’d only say a few things, and only if it was necessary.
He doesn’t feel like my boyfriend anymore. More like an associate that I live with. Everyone has been noticing it, and we don’t know what to do. He won’t talk, and he doesn’t stay at home a lot of the time. He doesn’t even sleep in the bed with Milo and Me anymore.
I feel as if it’s partially my fault for asking the question, but at the same time I know something else has happened in his life that he won’t tell, I don’t want to force him to talk, but holding it in isn’t helping him much either.
“Damien, do you want me to go with you? Maybe we could—”
“I’m not in the mood. Leave me alone.” He stares at me, and it looks like he doesn’t even recognize me. Like I’m a stranger who just pissed him off.
“Are you ok? You haven’t been yourself recently? Is it because I asked for you to meet my parents— if it’s that then—”
“Don’t you understand what leave me alone mean?” He snapped, irritation and anger obnoxious hinted in his tone. “I said I’m not in the fucking mood to talk to you.”
“You haven’t been in the mood to talk to me, or anyone in weeks. If you could tell us what’s wrong then—”
“Shut the fuck up Caleb, I don’t need you acting like a fucking therapist. I don’t need to tell anyone shit, it’s my business, what don’t you under—fucking—stand about that?” I wince at his pitch as I began to wrap my arms around myself. He aggressively shoves his foot in his boot before opening the front door and slamming it.
“Was that Damien?” Mia walks up to me, staring at the door that was just loudly slammed.
My nails dig into my skin as I stare at the door Damien just stormed out him. I feel tears building up in the back of my throat. What happened, everything was going so well, all of a sudden he hates me? Milo? Hates everyone around him.
He’s acting like Nathan
I don’t know what to do, I don’t want to break up with him. But… he acts like I’m not his boyfriend. Like he doesn’t love me anymore. Does he even love me?
What happened?
Shut the fuck up Caleb!
Those were the same word Nathan would shout at me. Scream at me. The same words I would just accept and follow without question.
“Y—Yea. It was him.”
“He’s an asshole. I can’t believe he acts like this towards his own boyfriend.” She folds her arms as a frown tugs her lips.
“I hate this. What do I do?” I weep as my eyes downcast. Holding myself tighter as my tears flow down my skin.
“Break up with him if he’s treating you like this. You deserve better Caleb, you and Milo.” She sternly declared, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“I— I—”
Can’t, he means so much to me. I still love him. But I need to. I can’t keep being treated like this.
“My grandma always says, ‘let go or be dragged.’ You can’t let Damien drag you down whatever hole he’s in, it’ll ruin you just as much as it’s ruining him.” She pulls me into a hug, and I let her, hugging her back tightly. It hurts to see him like this, acting like this.
We pull away and she pats my shoulder before walking off, leaving me with my thoughts. I stride to the bathroom, shutting the door, staring at myself in the mirror.
Shut the fuck up Caleb!
“He’s just like me.”
“What?” I frantically look around for the familiar voice. Nathan. Only to realize it’s in my head.
“That’s the guy you thought could keep you away from me. Yet, he’s acting just like me. It’s pathetic, placing your love, trust, and heart into someone, just for them to treat you like trash again.”
“Shut up, leave me alone. You’re just in my head.”
“I might be in your head, but that means these are your thoughts. You just can’t admit out loud, but I’m here to do that for you.”
“Shut up talking.”
“All the people you’ll ever love will just take advantage of you, and walk over you like the sad doormat you are. You loved him, yet he’s treating you just how I did, and making you feel exactly how I did. Weak, pathetic, and useless.”
“I— he’ll come around. I’m sure he will.”
“All I hear is denial. You think he still loves you? It’s been a few weeks that he’s been acting like this. You are as delusional as a schizophrenic patient if you think he still has any sort of feelings for you. I’m just trying to help you. What did Mia say earlier, let go or be dragged. And you are letting him you drag you like a little bitch.”
“But… I love him.”
“Don’t you remember what you’re mamá tells you? If you love it, set it free, if it comes back it’s meant to be.”
It’s voice fades out, leaving me alone, staring at the mirror, deeply thinking about what it said. Maybe I should let him go. I can’t force wood to stick to a magnet. If he doesn’t want me, he just doesn’t. I can’t force it.
But I love him so much… and it hurts to let him go
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