I couldn't describe where I was, or how I felt. All I knew was, looking down I could see Damon. My funeral was months ago, though up here it seemed like my death had occurred just minutes ago. I watched as Damon stood over my grave, his clothes soaked from the storm brewing around him. He came here a lot, not saying anything just standing there. My heart ached, seeing him so broken. I watched him over the last few months as he destroyed everything around him, my death left him an empty shell of a man.