Devil's Night Drabbles

The Beach (winterdamon)

I looked down at her at my side as the waves washed over our feet, her eyes alight with joy as a beautiful beam spread across her face.

"I vaguely remember the beach. I was so young when my parents took me." The light wind blew her hair in her face. "They didn't take me after... the accident. They said there was no point if I couldn't see how beautiful it was."

My blood boiled whenever she talked about her family. They never deserved her.

I watched her kick some sand into the retreating tide as her eyes watered. "There was a point, though. Is a point. I missed the feeling of the sand between my toes, and how good the water feels on my skin." I felt my fist clench at my side as I watched a tear fall down her cheek. "They never realized just how much they were taking away from me. They never realized how much life they took out of me."

I stepped in front of her, taking her face in my hands and wiping the tears off her cheeks. "None of that," I shook my head. "Don't give them any more of your tears."

She let out a laugh that sounded like a sob. "Thank you, Damon."

I quirked my head to the side, confused. "For what?"

"For giving me everything they took from me."

My chest felt tight as I pulled her into my arms, resting my chin on top of her head.

Little did she know, she gave me everything my parents took from me, too.