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Damian hated it.
His father was and always would be a criminal, he understood that, but something he refused to understand was why him and his brother had to suffer because of it.
Both of them had graduated Eden with top scores and eight Stella Stars. Yet everyone they had asked for a job rebuffed them, Why? Because they were Donovan Desmond’s children.
They had had to sell their mansion, jewelry, heirlooms and all their most prized possessions in order to buy food and a new place they could afford plus , all their servants except their butler left them.
And in the end when they were left with no choices, they resorted to working in a Tattoo parlor! All those years of studying, hard work and sleepless nights had come to this.
Damian hated it all.
Were they the ones who committed all those crimes? Were they the ones who almost started a war between Westalis and Ostania?
Yet they had suffered more than the one who had actually committed the crimes,
Donovan might have been the convict but he was a former politician, his jail was an air conditioned room and food whenever he wanted it. While his children were working with needles in a sweaty parlor.
‘’Damian!’’ A voice shook him out of his thoughts.
‘’Y-Yeah?’’ he responded shakily. He opened his eyes to see his weary brother hovering over him.
Demetrius had gotten noticeably thinner and all those years of tireless working had given him stress lines and eye bags but his former good looks were still visible under the mask of tiredness.
‘’You were dozing off again’’ he said listlessly.
‘’Oh sorry.’’ Damian said, looking down and resuming polishing the needles.
‘’By the way, next door, a girl and her family are gonna open a flower shop. I think you might know them.’’
‘’Really what’re their names?’’
‘’The Forgers, their kid, Anya, I think she went to Eden with you.’’
The needles clattered to the floor.
‘’Damian? Are you ok? Was she that bad?’’
Damian groaned inwardly. Anya Forger, possibly the most unforgettable person he’s met and he had met CEOs, politicians and even on one occasion royalty.
Oh that adorable but infuriating laugh, that condescending smirk, those beautiful emerald eyes and pink hair that tumbled down her shoulders in a messy gorgeous way.
She had been the one thing that had kept him going when his father had been arrested. She was always there whenever he needed to a shoulder to cry on, her stupid enthusiam had always distracted him from his harsh reality. Damian’s one constant in life.
Yet she left him.
After graduation she had just disappeared. No matter how much he tried to find her. Nobody seemed to know where she was and when he finally got the guts to ask her best friend Becky, she had told him she moved to another city.
That hurt.
No hugs, no warnings, no goodbyes, she just left.
He never even had a chance to just show how much he cared about her, let alone confess.
But now she was here after all those years of pain, she just decided to show up out of nowhere.
‘’No, it's not that, I just haven’t seen her in some time. That’s all’’ Damian lied, hurriedly collecting the needles from the floor.
Demetrius was just about to respond when the bell indicating a customer clanged.
‘’I’ll go get that.’’ He said, desperate to get out of this conversation.
Damian hastily ran over to the entrance, only to find her waiting there.
Anya Forger, with her now waist-length hair tied up in a pony-tail and her dazzling green eyes twinkling. She wore a beautiful coral-colored floral dress that reached her knees along with a rose cardigan.
Why was he describing all of this? Because the Anya he knew always wore the Eden uniform, the Anya he knew was beautiful but in a messy kind of way. But this put-together elegant Anya was something unfamiliar but familiar at the same time.
A thousand thoughts ran through his head.
Was this really Anya? Was she here for him? Why would she disappear without goodbye but come back looking like meeting him again was the best thing in her life? Why did their clothes look so different?
(The clothes are shown if you go down to notes :) Sorry I’m a sucker for this AU’s aesthetic :..>)
‘’Sy-on Boy?’’ Anya whispered, that stupid nickname, it had been so long since he last heard that stupid nickname, it was really her.
‘’Why did you leave?’’
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