Damon stood alone in the quiet cemetery,the air crisp with the touch of cold.The gravestone before him bore your name,a name etched into his heart long before the arrival of Winter.

Fate had different plans for you.As the seasons changed,so did lives.It was a bitter goodbye,one that left scars on his heart that time could never fully heal.As Damon knelt beside the grave, the pain of loss mingled with gratitude for the time they had shared. "I'm sorry,little devil..." he would say