That was the start of the cold war between Damon and me. From that day forward, we didn't have any contact for two bloody months.
During the peak of summer, the air was filled with heatwaves, but that was nothing compared to Damon's passion for Ariel. I constantly saw pictures of them getting all cuddly on the internet. Like that time when Damon bought an island for Ariel and named it after her. Or when Ariel would often deliver homemade lunches to Damon at the Coleman Co. Building. Their interactions were increasingly couple- like, all mushy and lovey-dovey.
My feelings, on the other hand, went from jealous rage to a sort of numbness.
My friends, especially Luna, were utterly bamboozled.
