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FAIRY
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She's grown accustomed to the sound of his name and she recites it like a warm prayer within the confines of her apartment when she's buttering a croissant, folding her laundry or reading poems by Marcel Bealu but her lofty pleas find strength in the margins of her bedroom walls where they grow wings.
Damon Salvatore, she whispers and the evening breeze seems to carry the words to him. She wonders about what he is doing, who he is lying with, she wonders about his dreams and prays that he dreams about her as much as she thinks about him. She wants to lie in bed with him with their feet intertwined like the roots of an oak tree. She wants to build a new world with him where they spend each hour, each moment climbing into each other's arms, each other's lips because that's where heaven resides.
Damon Salvatore, she prays as her eyelids flutter to sleep.
The following Tuesday she makes her way to his café with a book of fairy tales in her hand and hope in her eyes. She watches as he weaves between the tables, drifting like smoke and she waits, bends to his will whenever he glances her way because whenever he looks at her, she dissolves into his soul. She doesn't expect much because she's learnt to accept the morsels but every now and then when he looks right at her, she sees the Louvre and a misty rain and she knows that this is it, that he's the one.
Slowly, Damon saunters toward her, a flicker of a smile on his face as he sets a cup of latté in front of her. She's suddenly conscious of his breathing, his thriving, thrilling heartbeat and the sound of him being so alive makes her feel alive. Lifting her eyes, she meets his gaze and for a moment everything feels quantum timeless and epic. She exhales and he inhales, the yin to her yang even if his eyes don't recognise it yet.
"Merci, Damon" she whispers before her gaze drops to her cup. There, sketched on her latte is a fairy with fluttering wings. As he drifts back to the front of the café to tend to other customers, Bonnie casts her eyes on the saucer and sees a small lilac envelope. She picks up the envelope and brings it to her nose as if to smell him because his fingertips have traced the very corners that her fingers are now tracing. She maps the envelope with her nose, her lips, and her breath nearly burning the paper. Sliding a finger underneath the flap, she opens the envelope and pulls out a ticket to a Midsummer Night's Dream play at the park. Lifting her eyes back up to seek him amongst the throngs of people inside the café, she nods vehemently as her face breaks into a wide smile.
And just this once, he smiles back and his smile lights up her universe.
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A/N: Again, thank you for all the love and support my lovelies and now it will be on to the letter 'G'