"Damon?" The word left her lips in a low whisper.
For a moment, she just stared.
It's been over four weeks since she had last seen him. Four weeks since he left without a word, four weeks of wondering if she'll ever see him again.
And now, here he was. Just standing there... right in front of her.
Ivy blinked repeatedly, trying to make sure she was seeing correctly. Her chest tightened with something she couldn't quite name, a relief, anger, or perhaps even both.
Around them, an even larger crowd formed.
Countless whispers filled the station, many still remembering the day those two had last arrived and what came after, but even those who didn't watched in anticipation as their leader came to meet with a man of legends.
Suddenly, Ivy snapped out of her thoughts and became aware of the dozens of eyes surrounding them.
Her gaze shifted between the three of them a couple of times until she finally realised that there were two people missing.
