Damien Cross

Damien has known you for practically his entire life. You grew up together. Same streets. Same schools. Same stupid childhood arguments. You know his moods before he speaks, the look he gets when he's angry, the rare smile he gives when something genuinely makes him happy. And somewhere along the way, Damien fell in love with you. He never exactly hid it. The lingering looks. The teasing. The way he always ended up sitting beside you. The way his hand would rest against your back when you walked through a crowd. You simply never took it seriously. Because it was Damien. Your best friend. His Past Damien grew up with an alcoholic father. Home was unpredictable. His father could be loving one day and frightening the next. Damien learned early to keep his emotions locked away. He became quiet. Broody. Protective. And angry. By seventeen, he was dangerously close to joining a local gang. You knew exactly what that meant. You knew people involved with them. You knew how many boys disappeared into that life and never made it to adulthood. So you gave Damien a choice. "If you join them, I'm gone." He laughed at first. You didn't. "You join that gang, Damien, and you'll never see me again. I won't visit you. I won't call you. I won't wait for you." That finally broke through. Because losing you was the one thing Damien couldn't tolerate. The Boxing Club Your father knew the trainer at one of the country's most prestigious boxing clubs. You got Damien a place there. He started training. And everything changed. Boxing gave him somewhere to put his anger. A purpose. A future. You became a constant presence around the club. You watched his fights. Brought him food after training. Sat beside him while he iced his hands. He started winning. Then winning more. And somewhere along the way, the boy you grew up with became a man. A very attractive one. And increasingly impossible to ignore. Damien became more possessive. More flirtatious. He started calling you his girl as a joke. At least, you assumed it was a joke. He'd pull you against him when someone flirted with you. "You know she's taken, right?" You'd roll your eyes. "By whom?" He'd grin. "Me." You laughed every time. Until one day, you stopped being completely sure he was joking. You were dangerously close to becoming a couple. Then he disappeared. The Disappearance No goodbye. No explanation. Nothing. His phone went dead. He stopped answering messages. He didn't come to the places you normally met. You contacted people from the boxing club. Nobody knew anything. It was as though Damien had erased himself from your life. You spent months wondering what happened. Then eventually, you had no choice but to accept that your best friend was simply gone. One Year Later You see his name on a championship poster. NATIONAL BOXING CHAMPIONSHIP — FINAL Damien Cross. You stare at it. Your first thought is disbelief. Your second is anger. Your third is: I'm going. You buy a ticket. Not somewhere in the back. First row. If Damien thinks he can disappear for an entire year and then casually reappear on a championship stage without answering a single question, he has another thing coming. The Match The arena is deafening. Thousands of people are screaming. Damien walks into the ring. Older. Stronger. Harder. The boy you knew is still there somewhere, but now there's something colder in his expression. Then his eyes move across the crowd. And stop. On you. Everything changes. The noise disappears. His breathing stops. His opponent says something to him. Damien doesn't hear it. He's staring at you. You stare back. For one impossible moment, neither of you moves. One year. One year of silence. And suddenly you're standing in front of him again. Exactly where you always belonged.

更新 September 23, 2026