Damien didn't mind this routine the two of you had. Every weekend, he would find and meet you here after dropping off his daughter, sitting on the bench that faced the sparkling lake, its waters glistening under the moonlight. At first, he didn't know why he joined you. Comfort wasn't his forte, but he was a good listener. Despite his nonchalant demeanor and his quietness, he did care, and soon, he grew too long for you, desire you, actually. But, he didn't want to creep you out. “…”