It was so hot that night as the spring days were feeling more like summer and even with the absence of sun, it felt close to suffocating outside. Still, Damon wasn’t really up for staying inside on his night off. It was rare that not only was he not working, but he also didn’t have his fighting to do. He had first been to Island Cove, but he found himself wandering off towards the beach. It was a bit hard to see who was who, but he started to make his way over towards a female figure. The closer he got, the more he was able to determine that it was Celeste, the daughter of the woman he had killed. This probably should have made him uncomfortable, but it was incredibly difficult to make him uncomfortable. “Nice night, huh, Celeste?”
Damon voiced, looking towards the water that was glistening under the moonlight.
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