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Broken
Bonnie leaned over to turn off her bedside lamp when she heard a tap on her window. She looked to her left towards the window that opened to her balcony and shrugged. She turned of the light and lay down. TapTapTapTapTap. What the hell? She thought. Now I'm freaked out. With everything going on in Mystic Falls, it could be anything.
Without turning on the light she made her way to the French doors, and peered out from the corner. Damon? You've got to be kidding me. She was a little relieved; Damon was by no means her favorite person, but lately they'd come to an unspoken understanding. Protecting their town was priority; time to forget about their hate. Knowing he had not been invited in, she felt better.
She opened the door. "Well this ought to be good," she said crossing her arms. "What do you want?" As she looked into his eyes, she knew something was off. "What's wrong? What happened?"
Damon didn't respond, he just stared right through her. After a few seconds, Damon looked her in the eye; with a look full of the most sadness Bonnie had ever seen. No not sadness, hopelessness. And Bonnie had seen her share of horribly sad situations.
"I'm in love with Elena," he said.
No surprise there, thought Bonnie.
"I know. Are you okay?"
He bent his head down and Bonnie saw him shake his head. When he looked up again, there were tears in his eyes.
"Oh Damon." Bonnie put her arms around him and hugged tightly; he stayed motionless at first. But then hugged her just as tightly and rested his head on her shoulder.
"Why'd you come here?"
"We're both alone."