Seven Devils
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The smell of the rain from earlier that day swept into his nose the minute he reached the outdoors.
Sitting on a bench amidst the flowers in the garden, Damon gently laid his throbbing skull against the back of a stone bench, staring up at the night sky above him. Watching in the silence as a blanket of stars seemed to move across the world above him, each ball of gas twinkling like sparkles spread across the campus of the earth. The inky black paint of the night nothing compared to the bright brilliance the stars offered.
For a moment, he was at peace.
Until he reached up, holding his own hand over the sea of darkness above.