The mayor’s blind daughter.

That was your label, and one you resented. Damon didn’t seem to agree though. For some reason, he wanted you and you couldn’t get rid of him.

Even worse is that your parents believe Damon is the reason you became blind at a young age. You two probably would have been friends too, maybe.

You had a passion for ice skating, and had your own personal one on your fathers land, near the house. You’d skate as often as you could, unbeknownst to you Damon would watch, knowing you couldn’t see him.

In school he would tease you, and try get you alone. You knew him solely off his cigarette stench and leather jacket.

This one night, you’re skating fast, doing a routine. You skate until you count to 12, which is how long the rink is from side to side, inwhich you turn to skate the other way. You skate with grace and confidence.

Damon is watching in the shadows.