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Idea from: a_pansexual_person / a "continuation" of 'I won't give up on you' for the ending where Jon lives. Time skip to a few months.

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 15◻️◻️▪️

Damian's pov

"Damian! There's someone here to see you!" Father called.

"Just a moment Father." I responded. I sighed and set down my drawing pencil before standing and exciting my room.

I jogged downstairs to the foyer. Father stood at the front door with a guest I couldn't see.

"Is it Jon?" I asked.

"No... it certainly isn't Jon..." Father said slowly. I frowned and walked forward.

"Hello my son." Mother said cooly. I froze in place. "It's been awhile hasn't it?" She said with a smirk, beginning to walk towards me.

Father stepped in front of me.

"That's far enough Talia." He said bitterly. Mother glared.

"Oh please. I won't do anything to him." She said. Father glared.

"I don't care. Don't touch him." He snapped. Mother huffed and crossed her arms.

"Fine. Let me at least speak to him in private please." She said. Father pursed his lips.

"It is alright Father. I shall be fine." I said.

"Fine then." Father agreed grimly. He lead us to his study.

"Two minutes." He warned Mother. She rolled her eyes and entered the office.

"If she tries anything, scream." Father said to me. I nodded and entered after Mother, closing the door.

"So..." She trailed her finger tips across Father's desk. "I received word that that boy-!"

"Jon. His name is Jon." I said, crossing my arms.

"Jon then. I received word my plan didn't work? He lived?" She said. I clenched my jaw.

"He did live no thanks to you." I snapped. She glanced at me before stepping closer. I didn't flinch or move.

"Do you still care for him?" She asked.

"I care for him even more then before. He's my boyfriend." I said. Mother froze.

"Your... your what?" She asked, her voice sounding tight. I got a sinking feeling.

"My boyfriend." I repeated.

"You can't. You can't have a lover. Much less another male." She said.

"I can. And I do. You cannot control me anymore Mother. Or my life." I snapped. She looked angry.

"You little brat-!" She grabbed the front of my shirt and slammed me back against the wall.