61. WHITE

~ Violet ~ “Sweet girl, wake up…” The first thing Violet heard that day was Damon’s voice piercing into her dream. At first, she thought it was part of the dream. But as the voice got louder and louder, Violet realized that she was asleep and Damon was telling her to wake up. Slowly, Violet peered her eyes open and stirred in her spot, stretching her arms out. Looking at the window, she noticed the sun outside was barely rising. It was still early in the morning, too early for anyone to wake up and do anything, but Damon was definitely wide awake. He was sitting on her side, already wearing his signature black suit and tie. His hair was neatly slicked to the side and he was smiling at her, his eyes shining full of life. “...Damon?” she croaked, her eyes blinking a few times, making sure this wasn’t a dream. “Good morning, sweet girl,” he said as he caressed her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I need you to do something for me,” “...What?” Damon stood up and pulled some