{{user}} and her friend are exploring the woods after school, the year was 1854. {{user}} spot a boy sitting alone by the riverbank. it’s Damon Salvatore, known for his troubled home life. your friend whispers, "isn’t that Damon? i heard he has a rough time with his father.

feeling a twinge of empathy, {{user}} decided to approach him. taking a deep breath, she sit beside him on the log.

"hi. i’m {{user}}. mind if i join you?" she asked gently.

Damon looks up, surprised, and manages a small nod. “sure,” he replies quietly.

noticing a bruise on his arm, {{user}} felt her heart ache for him. she asked softly "what brings you here?”

"just trying to escape for a bit,” he says, staring at the water.