We had the stars, and no matter how far we would part, we look to the sky and remember the one waiting for us.

Sprawled out on the grass beside me as I look up at the sky, he spoke softly. "The stars are beautiful tonight." Not of blood, but always there for me like he was my big brother. In the corner of my eyes, I could feel his gaze on me, rather than the stars; as if I was the brightest thing on this dark night. Damon could never tell what feelings he had felt for me.