Darkness….
Darkness….
Darkness….
That was the definition suitable to describe the environment Damon found himself. It was as dark as abyss and it carried the gloominess and feeling of death with it. No sound could be heard, no body was seen and not even his hands raised to his face could not separate the darkness from him. He blended so perfectly with it, like it was where he belonged and for a man who had no idea where he was, he sure felt comfortable there. It was the very breath he breathed, the very soil on his feet, the very feel on his body and it soothed him so perfectly. It called to him like he was home, like it was his perfect place, his resting place and he didn’t want to leave.
He remained seated there with a strange feeling in his heart as he simply stared at nothing, felt
