The night air always seemed to have something about it. Was it the chilly feel it had against the skin? Or the way it smelt. Unlike during the day time, it had a slightly pure thing about it. or was it because it was quieter at night. No one truly slept, but the night had an eeriness to it that simply made her watch.
Aziza stood at the top of a building and stared at the whole city before her. lights from buildings, cars and more flashed and glistened the night like the night stars, leaving nothing but a sweet melody in her heart that made her want to hum. To hum her favourite songs. But she knew the memories that would pop up if she dared. Few years ago, the younger Damon loved it when she hummed that song to whose lyrics she knew not. He would look at her with the most charming eyes and
