DD's // TOSKA

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It's been a while since Damon wore one of those expensive suits that he hid in the back of the closet, available only for specific circumstances. He stood in front of the full-body mirror, fixing his tie correctly for the first time in his life. He puffed; he didn't like this suit at all, it felt uncomfortable, but he wore it anyway. Deetra was glaring at him from the corner of the room in a beautiful crimson red dress. She stood behind him and put her hands on his shoulders while looking at the mirror.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Damon? We don't have to -"

"It's fine; it's the last thing I can do."

Damon grabbed a present that was wrapped in bluish ribbon and was on his bed.

He drove all the way to a garden outside of London, and it was used for events. Thankfully, there was a small hill beside it and a road leading to the peak. People wouldn't notice him, and he wouldn't disturb Abigail's wedding.

Damon stood on the hill with his hands in his pockets, looking around while Deetra stayed in the car glaring from the window outside. She could see bitterness in his eyes that slowly turned into hate for himself when he saw Abigail from the corner of his eyes. Abigail, of course, saw him, and after the wedding, she climbed all the way up the hill to talk to him. Damon turned his head, his eyes widening when he faced Abigail, her body wrapped in a white wedding dress. She looked like Aphrodite, even prettier than her. A smile took over her lips; he could see why Mason was so in love with her waiting for her from high school.

"D-Damon! Y-You came!"

"I couldn't lose your wedding."

Damon held both her hands with a soft grin; they were warmer than every summer day in London. He didn't have the guts to keep eye contact with her; he would start tearing up sooner or later.

"How's Sophia?"

"Well, she's fine now, but Felix got more overprotected over her. It breaks my heart knowing what she gets through every day, but I can't do much, unfortunately...."

Damon nodded and looked away. He should be in Mason's position, and Mason should hold her hands right now, wishing he was the groom, not the other way.

"How's Deetra?"

"She's okay, spending most of the days away with James. They'll go on a trip together!"

"Oh, that's so cute!"

"I know... Oh, I got you a present!"

Damon walked to the car and opened the door. He held the present with his two hands and extended them with a smile. Abigail held it between her fingers before shaking it gently with a confused look. Damon giggled; every one of her actions was cute.

"What's this?"

"You have to open up to find out!"

Damon laughed, Abigail grinned in response. He wanted to kiss her so badly but instead took a step back. Maybe because he had morals and understood that he had lost Abigail as a married woman. Or perhaps because he saw Mason a couple metres away, he didn't want to destroy a marriage a few hours after it happened.

"Hello, Damon."

Mason stood beside his wife with a low smirk. Damon knew that Mason had a god complex in his mind, wanting to show off how he ended up with Abigail and not him, wanting to show how he was better than a drug baron.

"Hello, Mason. Congrats on your wedding, mate."

Damon lifted his hand, Mason looked at it hesitantly before shaking it with a smile. The tension was visible, but Abigail being there was making the atmosphere a bit better.