4: Made

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the tall glass and steel tower of Savage Industries, her arms laden with a portfolio of paintings and a few carefully

f flapping wildly. Rain shivered, despite the warmth of the air, and pulled her jacket tighter around her. She had been stand

her quietly, his eyes taking in the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the way her pink hai

wing darker by the minute, and Damon could see the wind picking up, sending Rain's hair flying. He felt a

be pleased if he left the office to go talk to some random trench girl. He could remember her from the ot

s father's desk. He sat down in the chair opposite his father, trying to focus on the papers

ng up the distance between him and Rain. She looked up, startled, as

here?" he demanded "

tried to shake off his grip. "N-no,

took you home but that was it. I am not into you. You think I care about your li

d as she fought tears. "I'm not trying to

he sneered. "I don't care about you, and I don't care about your feelings. Stay away from me, or

away from him. She stumbled backwards, her art a

followed him out of the building. "Make sure she never sets foot in

ing her arms as they dragged her out into the rain. She

in felt like she was drowning in a sea. She had never fe

rtless, echoed in her mind. "Stay away f

. She knew that she would never be able to show her face in th

, her eyes searching the pavement for her scattered art. S

d never forget the way Damon had treated her. She would never

thin her. She felt like she was walking through a