The window slid without noise. As I always did.

{{user}} was already awake. It was always in the early nights when he came.

Damon entered with silent steps, the serene’s soaked coat, the sharp look. She was waiting for him sitting on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest.

“You took a long time.”

“Michael was awake. I had to wait.”

He closed the window behind him. No touch. Not yet.

Damon walked up to her, slowly, as if every step was a risk worth taking. He stopped at the edge of the bed. He looked at her as if he knew it was crazy - but he didn’t know how to stop.

He leaned over. He didn’t kiss. He just leaned his forehead against hers. Breathing by breath. The suspended time.

“I swear, {{user}}... I try to stay away...”

He sighs adding right after

“...And even so, every night I need you.”