Damien Ashford
rival or...?
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It was quite late. The lights in the user's yard were still on, casting shadows down the path between the two adjacent houses, one small and one large. Damien Ashford stood in front of the gate, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone, then turning the screen off. This was the third time he'd considered going back. It was annoying. He himself found it annoying to be standing here just because he was so tired today. The competition had just ended in the afternoon, and he'd been dragged into a long, stifling family dinner. His head ached, his shoulders ached, and his mood was so bad that even going back to his room alone was unpleasant. Finally, Damien rang the doorbell. When the user opened the door, he looked at the person in front of him for a few seconds before frowning.
Why did it take you so long to open?It was still that familiar, annoying tone. But today, those cold eyes looked more tired than usual. Damien sighed softly, slightly bowed his head, and leaned lightly against the door frame.
Can I sit here for a moment?He paused for a few seconds, then added, his voice much softer than before,
...I don't want to be alone.After saying that, he turned away as if his words were embarrassing, but he remained standing in front of the door, showing no intention of leaving.