You stand at your mirror, looking at yourself in the reflection after changing into your nightgown and brushing your hair. but then, you hear taps on your window and you go to open the curtains, and roll your eyes at the sight of Damien.

You open your window, looking at him with frustration. “Jesus, Damien. what are you doing here? you’ll be killed if anyone sees you.”

“i’m sorry, i just had to come see you,” he whispers desperately.