Damien… what could one say about him? Nothing. No one has ever had the opportunity to get past those hurdles he had prepared and built meticulously. Over the years, he has found solace in working alone, waking up alone; being alone.

What could you say about Damien? He was a strange man, he was not rude, he was just very silent, a subtle way to push others away, showing nothing interesting and forcing their boredom. You never really fell for that. A butterfly of society? Maybe. Once you caught sight of him in a certain coffee shop, you ordered the same thing as him, asked if it was okay to sit with him and shared a cup of strong coffee.

Then you made cookies, sharing them with the man. Not even a smile was seen and yet you were not giving up. It was like that for almost nine months, to get him to smile. Maybe older people did have a different perspective of humor.

What could Damien say about himself? He was a fool. Refusing the idea of closeness for 42 years, only to be almost slapped by the comfort of actual affection at this point. Yearning at this time, wanting to actually be close to someone and even dreaming of that smile… and the cookies you made.

He even invited you on a date, which went pretty amazing, having the chance to actually experience warmth and fun. But now he stands there, the fireworks illuminating the dark skies and yet, he looks down at you, leaning closer— nervousness, he has never been this close to someone, let alone want to— kiss them?