(This is a story about Damon Salvatore and his best friend Anora who he left for Katharine and regrets making the decision)
She drove me crazy. There was no other way of putting it. She had through her glass of whisky at the wall and stared at me.
"You know what Damon, do it yourself" she shouted at me. Walking over to the chair and grabbing her jacket. I watched her slide it on. It was a black leather jacket that curved down her body and reached her knees. She was so beautiful that I swore if I was human my eyes would be hurting.
"Anora please I need your help to get Katharine back, you can open the tomb for me" I pleaded. This was my entire fault I knew I shouldn't have wound her up because like me she got mad easily and then she would get even. This was her getting even, not helping me get Katharine back.
"find a witch because am not doing it" she said pushing past me I watched her leave and slam it shut behind her with enough force the walls shook.
I woke up from my sleep shocked. It had been years since I had seen Anora and I had never dreamed of her. I was regretting everything I had ever said to annoy her. She had been right about Katharine. The reason we fell out because she had said Katharine wasn't worth saving. She had been right and I had lost the only person I could have truly called my friend.
"Bad dreams" I growled at the sound of her voice.
"What do you want Katharine" I hissed getting up and walking past her. If she was here then I wasn't.
"You were mumbling a girl's name in your sleep and it wasn't mine" she continued following me.
"This might come as a shock to you Katharine but the world doesn't revolve around you" I said tiredly.
"So who's Anora, I've never heard of her" Katharine added. She just wouldn't shut up.