A Dream Come True || Damose || Rosewithoutpetals
Stumbling through the woods, Damon was slightly drunk, well more than certainly drunk, not that he would admit it of course. Feeling the cold wind whip against him and the leaves and branches crunch beneath his feet, Damon continued to move at a steady pace through the thick, dense forest. He occasionally tripping and losing balance here and there, though not quite falling over.
Almost nearing the edge of the forest, Damon heard something. Looking around he tried to see what it was, though found nothing. Shrugging it off as being wildlife, he carried on until he suddenly saw something in the distance. Not something, someone.
Narrowing his eyes to see, Damon couldn't make out who it was but that it was a woman. Instantly edging closer, he suddenly realized he recognized her... Rose. But how was this possible? It couldn't be. She was dead, she died in his arms and he had buried her here. Quickly crouching down beside her he could sense something was wrong, or that something was different, very different.
Unsure of exactly what it was, Damon held her close and gazed down at her before he suddenly noticed it, her heart was beating. Faintly at that, but it was still beating. Unable to understand how this was possible, Damon sat holding her in shock, it all feeling like some strange dream or a drunken hallucination. "Rose..." he murmured, stroking her hair as he gazed down at her, hoping she would wake up.
