The moon shone brightly in the Irish sky, lighting up the calm streets below.
Damon stood by his hotel room window, looking in the same direction he had been every night since he got there.
The city lay in front of him, busy yet quiet, but Damon was not feeling peaceful inside.
He shut his eyes, breathing deeply and steadily, struggling with his doubts.
The thought that had been bothering him for days came back and wouldn't go away.
Do I go through with this?
He stood there, the moonlight creating a slight shadow of him on the floor, with an unanswered question on his thoughts.
For the first time in a while, Damon didn't know what to do next.
Damon sighed deeply, and his breath made the window a bit foggy.
He quickly put on his jacket. He looked at Svetlana, who was sound asleep on the bed.
