Author' note: Hi there! So I've been thinking about writing another Bamon fic lately and this idea just popped into my mind when Enzo died last week. I don't know if I will continue with this or not but I had to write this scene so here it is. This is a Bamon fic but there's some Bonenzo for Bamon purpose lol. Hope you enjoy it!
Your Skin My Skin
One
The bed felt so cold that hurt. Everything was hurting. Every single inch of her body was screaming in pain, and that pain was the only thing that was convincing her that the whole thing was real and not her worst nightmare.
Enzo is dead. Enzo is dead. Enzo is dead.
Bonnie needed that pain. She was tying that feeling to her chest hard, refusing to allow herself to forget for one single second that reality, because she knew she couldn't handle it again. That's why she wasn't planning to sleep either. Bonnie was terrified of waking up in that cold bed, reaching for Enzo's arms instinctively before realizing the painful truth. But at the same time, that bed was the only thing left for her, the place where his presence hadn't vanished yet. She was lying on Enzo's side of the bed and his smell was still there, mixing on the pillow with the taste of her own tears. No sleep, just pain.
Bonnie heard the door open but she didn´t move. She wasn't planning to move in a long time. She wasn't planning to do anything but cry. She closed her eyes because she didn't want to see any compassionate look. She didn't want to hear any single word about what just happened and she was sure that, sooner or later, Caroline or Damon will talk about the things that she needed to forget and the person she needed to forgive and everything was bullshit.
Bonnie heard some steps approaching to the bed and she knew it was Damon rightaway. After a moment, she felt the touch of a soft blanket placed carefully over her body.
"You are trembling".
He said it in a whisper and a couple of minutes passed. She didn't say a word when she felt him sitting on the corner of the bed but her eyes remained tightly closed.
"I made some pancakes. The tray is on the table in case you are hungry".
She wasn't.
"I nailed the fangs this time".
Bonnie knew he was trying to smile and she hated him for it. But then, she felt his hand on her shoulder. It was so unexpected that her body jumped. Damon left his hand resting there for a moment and then he caressed the skin of her arm softly.
"Just tell me if you need something and I'll be right here".
His voice lowered a little and, with the last word, he moved her hand away. It was much more painful that she thought. Just when she was sure her pain couldn't be higher, that single touch thrown off all the loneliness she was feeling over her nervous system. Her skin was hurting even more.
Bonnie's hand moved by itself when she grabbed Damon's arm.
"Don`t leave me. Please".
She didn't recognize his own voice but the plea was there. Bonnie felt the touch of his warm fingers squeezing her hand for a moment.
Her eyes were still closed when Damon got into the cold bed to lie down next to her. Her body was still trembling when he pressed his chest against her back and he put his arms around her.
"I'm here, Bon. I'm right here."
She was still crying when she fell asleep. Damon was still there.